We were sitting on the ledge of the school’s roof, gazing at the sunset as it peaked over the horizon. Beautiful oranges and pinks filled the sky. My fingers were intertwined with yours as I used my free hand to hold my cigarette.

“You know, you’re the only guy who gets me, Zaki.”

I said, taking a drag of my cigarette. My voice was deep and rough due to my years of heavy smoking.