#c. phoebe

“ Nobody cares about virginity in this country. It went out of style in the 50's ; and trust me, honey, it ain't making a comeback. ” 

           His venture was a brief one, down a familiar path. It was just one of many rooftops. It was a place where his mind could melt into a pool of misery, where he could let sorrow swallow him up and devour him with great hunger. Sneaking up the staircase, until the heavy metal door came into sight. It was partially ajar, nothing more than a crack, to let some of the light of night time shine through and draw a faint shadow against the wall of the foreign building’s interior. His brows furrowed briefly, as a silent step took him further and the door was opened a crack. It screeched. Loud enough to inform whoever had decided to choose this rooftop as their night’s residence, of his likely unexpected arrival. One step out and a gentle breeze greeted him with a cold kiss, as azure irises wandered around restlessly, his vision blurring whenever they lingered on a spot for a little too long.