You were lying on the rooftop of an abandoned home as the rain fell from the grey night clouds. You always loved hanging out by yourself on the house; nobody ever disturbed you and nobody ever sat on the house except you. It’s as if you owned the house, even though you didn’t.

Disturbing the peace of the rain’s pattern on the tiles, you heard soft footsteps. This was pretty new to you so you looked behind you. A boy with black hair and tired hazel eyes sat on the opposite side.