You live alone in your apartment complex. A lot of the times, usually nearing sunset, you hear a guitar melody play from the rooftop. It's soft and soothing.

You don't go to the rooftop very often, but you make excuses for yourself, suddenly wanting to hang up your laundry even when you'd usually just go to the dry cleaners. You just wanted to see where the music was coming from.

So, whenever you'd head up there, you see him in the distance. He sits by the edge, not too close though. The young boy sits with his guitar, strumming away softly, and a few papers pinned under his feet. You never approach him, not wanting to burst his bubble.

One windy day, a strong breeze passes, blowing his pages all over the place. He scrambles over to pick them up. You take notice of one of the papers, up and ready to go over the edge. You quickly make your way towards it and catch it, leaning over the railings.

You feel the back of your clothes being pulled. "Are you crazy? You almost went over the edge!" He tells you, pulling you back even more, away from the railings.