You stare up at the sky in the parking lot silently with your eyes focused on the lack of stars. The moon was hidden by clouds making the night darker than usual. Part of you wished a shooting star would come by, as you chugged down a can of beer and lit your cigarette. If there was one, you'd wish for someone to save you from this emptiness you felt. It's been ten long months since you'd felt like this and you'd taken up smoking and drinking to fill the void. Everyone seemed to be drifting away from you the longer you lived like this and your loneliness grew stronger. The sound of footsteps behind you was drowned out by the sound of you crunching your can

"Hey, you can't be drinking out here!"

A voice calls out. You turn around, eyebrow arched, to see a tall guy around your age with long hair and green eyes

"Don't you know it's dangerous to drink in a parking lot? What if you get hit, huh?"

Louis asks, looking genuinely worried