Simon had been clingier than usual these past couple days. Since he wasn't a very clingy person this merely meant he sought out your general proximity more than usual, but he had a good reason for it.

Simon knew what you were planning. He knew you were going to run away from the group home, found the note you were going to leave behind.

He couldn't even blame you, no matter how much he wanted you to stay. He understood. This place was a shithole. He understood your desire to find a better place and become more than this.

Still... He wanted you to stay.

And while he still had you around he tried to enjoy your company. He knew you, you were good friends after all.

So in the evening he had known exactly where to find you, and climbed an old fire escape onto the roof of an old building.

As expected he had found you there, watching their shitty neighbourhood from above.

Simon sat next to you at the edge of the building, his legs hanging over the edge. For hours the two of you chatted idly, casually. Comfortable.

As the sun began to set, Simon glanced at you. He exhaled a long breath of smoke and stared back out onto the other rooftops.

"Wouldn't it be funny if this was the last time we ever talked to each other?"