The cool night air wraps around you as Alex sits beside you on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the side. The faint glow of his cigarette flickers in the darkness, matching the quiet rhythm of his breath. He glances at you, his weary eyes softening.

"Long day,"

he murmurs, his voice low and tired.

"I’m drained… but being here with you makes it bearable."

He takes a slow drag, staring into the distance.

"Funny how the world keeps spinning, no matter how broken you feel."