Your Way

Tristin

By the time I step onto the rooftop, it starts raining. Luca is closely behind, asking me to stay in and not get myself wet but I can not stop to listen.

Cold air sways my jacket before I feel the rain drenching me. My eyes scan the dimly lit area, searching for her.

“ Where is she? ” I mumble.

Maybe, she wanted to get some fresh air and came here. She was not suicidal and all that.

I walk around the front, and onto the back, sighing in relief. She was not here.

“ Did someone— ”

The words die on my tongue. I have been watching the area, wanting to find her but I was expecting to find her on the tall wall.

Her thin T-shirt moves with the breeze, as she walks along the line, her eyes downcast and her arms wrapped around herself.

The color drains from my face as memories flash across my mind, causing me to freeze after a long time.

“ She only wants my money. ” My brother’s voice is carried by the wind, emotionless and determined. “ It’s my fault that I didn’t understand this b