"Stranded together, our worlds have collided. This won't be forever, so why try to fight it" - Beautiful Now by Zedd

The goth brought her knees up to her chest as a light chill crept up to her, making her hug her knees. She regretted not bringing a sweater. Another small firework exploded in the night sky. Even after an hour had passed, people hadn't stopped celebrating the new year. It would be unlikely for the city to not be alive and rather strange, she had to admit. The city was always awake but on occasions such as this, the city came to life. She rested her chin on her knee caps and noise filled her ears. Below, a police siren not far started to fill the already loud streets. She saw the red and blue lights moved through an alley a few streets away. She ignored the car and focused her eyes back on the city. The pollution had blocked much of the stars that laid beyond the earth's atmosphere. But if she didn't look for them she could see a few stars scattered in the dark void known as the sky. The door opened behind her, causing her to slightly jump. "I didn't scare you, did I?" Someone said. Before she could turn around the person sat next to her. He let his legs hang from the edge. "Raven, right?"

The goth's deep blue eyes met his green ones. Raven had seen him around school but had forgotten his name. He sold for her dad. She simply nodded but didn't say anything else.

"I wasn't expecting anyone to be here." He said as he pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie. The sleeves were purple but the rest of the hoodie was black. "Abandoned hospitals tend to keep people out."

"That's why I come here." She responded in a monotone but he still received a negative vibe from her.

"I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't for the cops chasing me." He said. "Usually they don't go after me. Privileges of being white."

"What changed that this time?" She asked.

He held up a bottle of vodka. "White privileges only go so far." He said. "Either way, I'm not letting it go to waste." He opened the blue bottle and took a zip. "You want some?"

"No." She said and looked back towards the city.

"A tab?" She shook her head. "Don't tell me that you're Trigon's daughter and never had a drink or a tab."

"I don't take drugs and I don't like it." She said looking at the bottle, and knew that it would be a bad idea if she got drunk.

"Really?" He asked. He raised the bottle and once again offered it to her. She didn't take it but he didn't move the bottle either. "Come on, you know you want some." After a moment she took it.

"So what's your name?" She asked as she handed him back the bottle.

"Garfield. Gar is shorter, though. Being your dad's favorite errand boy I'd at least think that you would know my name." She didn't talk much but she did listen. They did attend the same school and saw each other but they never had an actual conversation that didn't involve drugs. They talked for a while and he threw in a some cheesy jokes into the conversation. A few drinks later the alcohol started to take effect on Raven. Gar on the other hand was still a bit sober.

She scooted closer to him and began to nuzzle against him. "Mmm, you're warm." She tried not to slur her words and mostly succeeded.

This was a sight to see. Gar and Raven weren't friends or anything. The only time he had seen her willingly make physical contact with anyone was when she had gotten in a fight. The results weren't pretty. Raven liked her space and never made contact. It took his brain a few seconds to process the fact that she was leaning on him. This was a completely different side of her. He also remembered that she was drunk. The wind blew once again and he got a whiff of her hair. Lavender and smoke. "You're cold?"

He didn't get the answer he was expecting. "You look hot." She said as her hand reached for his belt.

He got both her hands and placed them on her lap before she could get any further. "Raven, you're drunk. You don't want to do this." And he was right, never in a million years would she attempt something like this with anyone. They weren't strangers to each other. They knew who each of them was but they didn't know each other.

"You don't know that." She said and looked at him.

"But I do know that you'll kill me if anything happens." He said as he got up. He offered her his hand and she hoisted herself up.

"Maybe." She responded. She looked down below. "What if I could fly?"

"Okay, Raven, listen. You can't fly, if you go over you'll die." He said as he got closer to her and prepared to catch her if she attempted anything.

"You don't know that." Her eyes followed a ball of fire that shot up to the sky and exploded. "Maybe I have superpowers."

"Raven trust me, you don't have superpowers." Gar said. He dropped the bottle. Six stories below lay the shattered glass. "There's something called gravity." He felt as if he were talking to a five year old.

"Gravity doesn't mean much to me." When Raven said this Gar pulled her wrist to move her away from the edge.

"Come on, lets look at the stars." He told her. On the middle of the roof he sat down. She hesitated but sat down as well.

"There's no stars."

"What about that one?" He pointed at a star right above them.

"Well, maybe only a few." Raven looked up. She remembered her mother teaching her about constellations.

"Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it's not real." He observed as she looked up at the sky. He could see a faint spark in her eyes. "You like to look at the stars?"

"Not much to look at." When she said this the spark in her eyes was gone, replaced with emptiness once again, and he received a sharp pang of guilt. He felt that he had killed her state of happiness. Soon Raven found herself talking about constellations.

Corvus-The Raven, it is a greek constellation. The bird originally had a white plumage before it was cursed. Apollo tells the raven to watch over his pregnant lover, Cronis. But after a while Cronis falls in love with a human. The raven lets Apollo know about the affair, but the god is angered that the raven didn't stop the affair and cursed it. He sears it's feathers then turns them black.

In another tale, the raven is given the task to retrieve Apollo water in a cup. Along the way he gets distracted and stops to feast at a fig tree. Later the raven blames a water snake for being late. Apollo was so angry that he cast the three into the sky. He also cursed the raven, turning its feathers black and making it eternally thirsty. According to tale, that is the reason crows and ravens have raspy voices. In both tales ravens had white feathers. Raven remembered that white was her mother's favorite color…

"Wake up." She felt someone shake her. The person chuckled softly. Gar. "I didn't think of you as a heavy sleeper."

Raven held back a groan as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She also noticed that she had been covered with his hoodie. He had a green shirt matching his eyes. She looked at the horizon. There was a thin line of orange that faded into the light purple sky. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. I fell asleep when you were talking about stars and my phone died." Gar said as he stood up. "But I got to hurry and meet someone. Will you be fine?"

"Yeah." Raven said. She knew that the time they had spent would be only just a memory and they would carry on with their lives. They might see each other and she would probably give him back his hoodie but they wouldn't be anything to each other. Right? She heard the backdoor open and close but she kept her eyes on the horizon. Maybe a few more minutes before she headed home.