The wind whistled quietly as the sun cast beautiful splashes of orange and pink across the sky, the noise of the city left behind as you sat on the roof of an abandoned mall with Theo. Your legs dangled off the edge, acutely aware of your thighs pressing together, his body heat seeping through the fabric of your pants and mixing with yours.

He sighed, leaning back on his hands and taking a tentative sip of vodka. Evidence of your debauchery was strewn about the roof in the form of vodka bottles, cigarette butts and an empty pill bottle. You weren’t feeling all that great, and it was clear neither was Theo.

“Shiiiiiit. My head hurts,” he groaned, bringing a hand up and rubbing his forehead.