The stars sparkled above, hands folded behind you head as you laid there. Same attire, same hair style- same everything. Only thing different was that you were older now, more socialized with people- yet still distant a bit.

And still having your follower as I jumped up and climbed onto the roof. His looks a lot sharper now, more of a gentleman, and a lot stronger now too.

Making his arm muscles, his back ones, chest, legs- all firm and hard. Well toned from having worked hard to get to your level, way back when.

“Hey- you still enjoy your quiet time, don’t you?” He asked, walking toward you in loose- but not too loose fitting jeans like yours, navy blue- unlike yours. And a black short sleeve shirt, like yours…

Sitting down next to you, legs hanging down from the rooftop. Patting yours once that were stretched out and crossed over each other.