Extremeo

It's snowing in the city of Rangeski, Massachusetts. The skyline of the city is covered in a misty haze caused by the falling snow and clouds. A few of the skyscrapers are missing their upper floors from the lower hanging clouds, and throughout the city are little beacons of light from offices or apartments where people are still awake at this ungodly hour. Upon one of these skyscrapers is a man, standing at the edge and staring down at the streets below, streets that would often be bustling with people with places to be, jobs to fulfill, lives to live. Yet, these streets are mostly empty due to the cold, snow covering the streets, and the aforementioned ungodly hour.

The man wears a blue hoodie, a pair of jeans, with black running shoes that make small imprints in the snow from the day before. Yet, no tracks lead up to this man’s arrival at the edge as if he had just appeared there. His hair, jet black and almost shoulder length, waved in the slight breeze in which the snow blew. His icy blue eyes were still staring at the street below him before his frozen gaze was broken by the sound of buzzing in his right pocket. He then quickly grabbed the phone and put it up to his ear.

“Hello?” He asked, not expecting anyone to be up at this hour.

“Kaskae, where are you? This party has been going on for about an hour, and you haven’t even bothered to show up!” A woman’s voice appeared on the phone, her voice carrying a hint of sunshine, filled with wonder and aspirations.

Kaskae smiled. Of course, there was a party he was supposed to go to with Summer. He had forgotten. He let out a small chuckle, “Hey, no worries, I’m on my way. I told you I’d be there, right?” He reassured her, his voice sounding nonchalant for someone standing right on the edge of a skyscraper hundreds of feet in the air.

“You did, but you also forgot to mention just how late you’d be,” Summer stated. From the sound of her voice, it was easy for Kaskae to tell she was grinning behind the line. “Just hurry up and get here. You’ll miss out on the food.” Summer added, “See you soon, bye! Love ya!” She then hung up, and suddenly the sound of the breeze was the only thing that could be heard.