on a random tuesday at 4:35 a.m., a former so and I sneaked onto the rooftop of the sutherland building after studying for endless hours for our midterms. he city skyline stretched out before us, the twinkling lights painting a picture of a bustling metropolis, yet we were lost in our own world. slchld's song "you wont be there for me" was playing in the distant background from his phone. As we spoke, we discovered more about each other, sharing our hopes, fears, and aspirations. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by occasional laughter and moments of quiet reflection and peaceful silence. As the night deepened, the energy between us shifted, and we both felt a spark of something more. The air crackled with electricity, and our gazes locked, the intensity of the moment palpable. The rooftop of the Sutherland building became a sacred space for us, a place where we could escape the chaos of the city and get lost in each other's company. it was a night that we would never forget, a moment of discovery and connection that paved a certain path.
