Each step I took, the more I could see..the sky?

I reached the top of the staircase and realised I was on the roof.

I took in a sharp breath, due to the fact that I am completely terrified of heights.

This is a tall building, and I was to petrified to go any further.

Screw it.

I slowly walked towards the edge of the building, thankfully, the rails weren't small. I rested my arms on it and closed my eyes.

This is probably the most peaceful I have ever been.

"Nice vwiewv, ain't she?"

Nevermind.

I nodded, not bothering to look back.

Minutes passed as we both stood in silence, enjoying what was infront of us. That is, until he decided to ruin it. "Uh, chief?"

I didn't respond, knowing him, he'd continue even if I told him to shut up.

"I knowv you're gonna be mad, so just hear me out, eh?"

Everytime someone starts a sentence like that, I already have a rant ready to blast them off into oblivion.

"Wvell, ya' kinda got me at the wvrong moment. I'm uh..hosting a huge Vwalentines Day party today..."

Seriously?

Is he fucking kidding?

Of all days?

"CRONUS. OH STUPID, STUPID, CRONUS."

I took in a deep breath, getting ready to let the rage I had inside burn him more than hell itself ever could.

"IT'S FUCKING SATERDAY! I GET THAT YOU ARE A PARTY-OBSESSED MORON BUT VALENTINES DAY WAS YESTERDAY, DUMBFUCK! WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK MADE YOU THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO DO THAT? DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY CONSIDERATION OVER THE FACT THAT THERE ARE WAY MORE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE THAN SEX, DRUGS, AND ALCOHOL! I SWEAR I CERTAINLY WOULD NOT MIND SHWASHING YOUR PEANUT-SIZED NUTS INTO OBLIVION JUST TO GET IT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL THAT PARTIES ARE A WASTE OF PRECIOUS TIME, TIME YOU CAN BE USING TO END THE HUMAN RACE! WHICH WOULD BE THE BEST THING THE UNIVERSE COULD EVER FUCKING WITNESS. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN PLANNING ON DOING IN THIS SO CALLED 'PARTY'? DRINK? SEX? 'JAM'? I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD THERE IS THAT YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE DISGRACE TO THE UNIVERSE, LET THIS BE THE LAST GODAMN TIME I HAVE TO REMIND YOU THAT PARTIES ARE POISON. POISON, AMPORA, POISON. WHEN YOU GET SOME RANDOM WHORE PREGNANT, JUST REMEMBER MY VOICE TELLING YOU,'I TOLD YOU SO!' IN FACT, I'LL BE THERE WHILE YOU'RE GETTING THAT FUCKASS BITCH PREGNANT, AND I'LL BE YELLING 'I TOLD YOU SO' LIKE SOME FUCKING ATHLETIC GET TOGETHER. I'LL HAVE THE FOAM FINGER AND EVERYTHING. NOW, IF YOU THINK, EVEN FOR A SECOND, THAT I WILL ALLOW YOU TO HOST THIS TOXIC WASTE OF TIME, YOU MIGHT ASWELL KILL YOURSELF BEFORE I DO, GOT THAT?"

Before I could even finish, he was already walking out the door,"See ya' at the party, chief!"

That's it.

I'm going to kill this man, in his own home.

I enjoyed the view for a few seconds, valuing the silence around me until I knew I had to unpack, before the 'partay'.

I walked down the stairs and back to my room, hearing his keys and a door open, that's when I heard Cronus yell from downstairs,"Gonna go buy some drugs n' shit like that! Need somethin'?"

"NO."

I heard the door close, I could no longer hear the keys, which thankfully meant I was alone. In this huge apartment. By myself.

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