Wind blows through my green hair as I stand on the rooftop of the 20 storey building. Why did I ever think Mark would like to be my friend? He's so kind and sweet while I'm just an obnoxiously loud Irish transfer student who came to America to start a new life. Ironically, he's going to end it here as well.
"Hey Mark! You're still coming over after class today, right?"
"Oh, sorry Jack. I forgot to tell you that I can't. Aaron wanted me to come over today too."
But... I asked you first....
"Oh, alright... Just... tell me earlier next time."
I take one step closer to the edge.
"Yesterday when I was at Aaron's house, he told m- Jack? You okay? You don't look too good."
No, I'm not."Yes, I'm fine."
"Um. Alright then...? So anyway, as I was saying, Aaron, he...."
And I thought that you were the only one left who cared.
Another step closer.