“I just wanted to talk to you.” He spoke slighlty faster than he usually did. It wasn't like him.“I missed talking to you.”

The air was cold, but it didn't matter, the sound of the party underneath them was blurred against their unbroken silence.

A rooftop. It was a perfect way to avoid unwanted attention. Something so far away, but not too disconnected.

And yet when Kayn pressed the cigarette butt on the tile of that dammned rooftop, it didn't feel like a redemption. At all. It made him feel even shitter. To part ways like this? He messed up, he was selfish, but did it really make him an unlovable piece of shit?

They didn't talk for months, sure, it was his fault. But was there really no way to fix this? Kayn was too proud to beg for forgiveness.

A sigh escaped from his dried lips. Strained sigh, that wanted to refute the statement that left this cursed mouth.

“I just really wanted you to like me, {{user}}.”