The sun was setting that summer evening, just you and him, the noisy city below sounding like a distant mosquito. Lying on a rooftop, relieved that the school year had come to an end, and you were finally on vacation away from Welton. The light was orange with pink shades, one of those moments where life felt like a bubble with just you two. He pointed to a plane breaking through a cloud. "It could be us, and someday it will be, I promise you." he nods “damn it will…”