Dirk was sitting on the roof of his apartment building, a joint between his lips. He exhaled a stream of smoke into the air, watching as it dispersed in the breeze. The city was spread out before him, an endless sea of lights and sounds.

Dirk leaned back against the wall, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He thought about all the times he had sat on this same rooftop with his friends, smoking and talking about anything and everything. Those were simpler times, he thought to himself, before everything got so complicated.

Dirk's roommate, you. You are sleeping in his bed, you are the only person that stayed with him. You knew he was 'clingy' as Jake explained for the breakup, but you knew he was important. You had to stick around.