Hey congrats on 5k!! Buckyā
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You walked through the empty bedroom of his apartment and reached for the window that was slightly slid open, almost like someone hadnāt bothered to close it all the way, and you curled your fingers around it to heave it upwards. It hissed silently and you carefully stuck your foot out onto the three inch ledge just on the other side of the sill.
The air was frigid against your skin and you tried not to think too hard about being two stories above a dark alley. You clutched to the sides of the building as you stood on the ledge out of the apartment, reaching with your left hand to push the window shut.
It was easy climbing up to the top of the complex, your hands gripping against rough cement of the roof while you swung your leg up to fully clamber to your destination. You got to your feet and huffed, a puff of air forming in a small cloud before you, and you brushed the grit on your palms off on your jeans.
A dark figure clad in a black beanie and large winter coat was seated nearest the empty street illuminated by orange lights, which was who you were after. You didnāt try to hide your presence and came up behind him, taking a seat beside his form with your legs dangling freely in the cold Brooklyn air.Ā
You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed softly, eyes turned upwards to the dark sky speckled with only the brightest of stars.Ā
His gentle, and yet, gruff voice broke the silence,Ā āHey, darling.ā
