She's been waiting for him a while up here. They lived a few floors below the rooftop and liked to sit up here and talk. "Where have you been, dear?", She asked as he opened the door to the rooftop. "Reading the newspaper. Apparently, a guy fell down this roof and died. So be careful up here, alright?" She nodded with a frightened face and then she pulled him closer for their lips to touch briefly. He smiled and sat down next to her. "I kinda missed this. But it's good, having a new job." She smiled. "I did too."
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flying away •ten drabbles•
Poetry❝and his breath drew warm patterns into the cold air. he smiled at the wind dispersing them and took a deep breath of the cold air that stung in his lungs.❞ •ten themed drabbles•
