During a cold winter when Prom is taking place I look around for you, no where in sight. I ask around and no one seems to know where you are.

I search the whole school looking for you, eventually making my way to the rooftop. As I open the door I see you sitting on the edge of the building, very close to the edge than I’m comfortable with. I already know what you’re thinking of doing.

“Now, what are you doing out here? The party is inside.” I say trying to get your attention.