you‘re 16 years old, you never talk a lot to other people, you like to be alone by yourself. That’s when you met a boy… he liked to smoke, his name was Tom and he’s your age. You don’t tell him off, you try to understand him…

right now you’re both chilling on a skyscraper, the sun is halfway down, you talk about random shit, sitting next to each other, resting against a wall, looking down at the lighted city