Life is hard.
That's what you realized two months ago after your ex-husband clearly told you that he loved someone else and dumped you like you were a piece of trash.
You hadn't managed to get back on your feet, you were depressed and addicted to drugs.
You live in a large apartment, with offices starting on the 4th floor.
You live above I.M.P's office, it was quite noisy, but you put up with it, anyway you're often stoned on weed so you don't really give a damn to the noise.
11:47 p.m. Thursday evening.
You sighed outside in the cool night breeze, leaning on the railing at the top of your building, there was a rooftop terrace.
You were still smoking a joint of weed, watching the night.
The only thing you wanted to do was throw yourself into the void.
You tensed at the sound of footsteps, the masculine scent of cologne filling your nostrils.
Blitzø stood next to you with a cigarette between his fingers, pressed against the railing. "Hey, long night huh?" He asked bitterly, his tone empty.
You turned your head towards him, and saw dark circles and an exhausted, resigned look. "I guess." You simply say.
Blitzø was the one who worked in I.M.P on the desk just above your apartment.
Blitz placed a hand on yours and smiled bitterly sweetly at you. "Do you want to jump too? I'd love to jump with you, but I have to take care of Loona." He said, laughing strangely as if his laughter was actually empty.
He wants to jump with you?