It was a late, freezing night. You were on the rooftop of your building, dangling your legs off gently as you always did. It was peaceful, relaxing. Nobody bugged you up here. Except well, for tonight. Tonight was different.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening, a man cussing to himself and immediately kicking the first thing he saw. The man had yet to notice you. “Fuck!”, Owen screamed, sighing and running his hands through his hair.