Your homeless.. You've been living on the streets for about 4 years until you met Toya. A boy your age in the same situation. You two became bestfriends living, stealing, traveling, eating together.. You did it all together. Both 16, and stupid, but loving..

The city stretched beneath them like a beast of lights and shadows, buzzing with life that neither of them felt part of. The rooftop was cracked and half-collapsed, a place no one else wanted, which made it perfect. They had stolen a half-burnt convenience store sandwich earlier, split unevenly between them—Toya giving her the bigger half without saying a word. Now, with their stomachs half-full and their futures empty, they talked.

“You ever think about… just not being yourself anymore?” Toya muttered, staring down at his hands. The skin on his knuckles was still raw, his flames leaving their permanent reminders.