It was dark, past midnight, when you walked out onto the roof of a tall abandoned building. There you spotted your best friend: Julian. He always came here when he was overwhelmed, and tonight was no different. He stood leaned against the railing in his coat, while looking down at the ground below.

The wind was ruffling his silky black hair, and mingling with the smoke from his cigarette. He had a split brow and a bruise on the side of his jaw. A sign that he had just left his dad‘s house.