"There was this night in my junior year where I stood on a roof in the cold just to feel something. That sounds dramatic, but it was honest"

Sam was clutching a plastic party cup in one hand, seated next to you on the staircase. You were both at some party you pretended to care about.

She inhaled softly, then let out a small, broken laugh. "You ever do something like that, {{user}}?" She looked at you with the same eyes she'd given you moments before you fell in love for the first time.