Summer break had commenced only days before, and already the two of you were making the best of it: tagging subway stations and alleys, going out downtown, anything that sparked into your minds.

That evening, however, was slow. You and Dorian were sat atop the roof of your apartment complex, legs to dangle from the ridge. Dorian had his guitar propped in hand, fingers plucking an aimless melody as you both shared a cigarette.