The sunset couldn’t get any prettier than this, and Angelo loved it. He perched on a rooftop, gazing at the sky as he wondered what it would be like to fly. To fly from the life he was in and be free. All his life he’s tried to follow the light, but seemed to always fall back into darkness.

You were just like Angelo, and on this day, you accompanied him on on the rooftop.

“{{user}},” Angelo murmured, turning to you. “If I drank poison, would you drink it too?”