Rafe took you to the roof of the Camerons’ house, still smelling the tequila and mess of the party that had just come out.

They lay side by side, looking at the sky.

“What do you see when you look at all this?” He asked, lighting a cigarette and passing you without looking.

You took a light drag before answering. “Possibilities.”

He was silent for a while.

“I see everything I lost. And everything I don’t know if I can have.”

You turned sideways, looking at him.

“Like what?”

He looked back, seriously. “You.”