The sky was dark. Stars hidden by the many streetlights. She grasped the edge of the rooftop tightly in her hand, as hard as she could grab concrete. She stared over the many skyscrapers and people who simply went on with their lives. "You seem deep in thought."
She hummed, turning her head so she can see him. A cigarette laid in lips lazily, his blonde hair messy, and glasses perched on his nose. Always the same. "Aren't I always?"
Izumo nodded his head. He walked up beside her, leaning across the roof's barrier. He peered down. "We're high up."
"Yeah?" She laughed, "wouldn't know."
"You're not. . . thinking of jumping, are you?"
Her eyes widen. She looked over to him. "Why would you think that?"
Izumo let out a breathe. "Cause, things aren't going to well. Y'know at home -"
"So you think I would jump?" She questioned, tilting her head. "Leave you?" Izumo glanced up at her, running a hand through his hair.
"Let's stop this sentimental shit."
Angel laughed, nodding. "Let's." Silence over came them. They could hear the yells, talking, and horns from cars below - but up here they were alone. She hummed, "this is where you first kissed me."
"I thought I said no more -"
"I know." She muttered, playing with her fingertips. "Just wanted a good memory."
/
Izumo and Angel walked side by side. Her phone was in her hand, as she stared down at it. There was silence between. Izumo peaked over at her. Her mother's phone number was on the screen. "They won't answer." She muttered. Izumo slowly stopped, Angel following. "Neither of them." She glanced up at him. "Do you know why?"
Izumo sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. "Angel, I don't wanna overwhelm you."
"I need to know." Angel whispered, clutching the phone tighter. "I need to know why my parents won't answer my calls. Don't they know that I was in a car crash?"
He nodded. "We tried to call them. They wouldn't answer. So we texted instead."
"What did they say?" Izumo's mind drifted back to that day. Those few texts. "Izumo, what did they say?"
He turned towards her. "I don't want to hurt you -"
"What happened?" She whispered, her voice cracking. His eyes widen as he noticed the tears. "I don't know anything that has happened. Not moving, not falling in love, not . . . losing my parents. It sucks not being able to remember who you are."
"You're Angel." Izumo muttered. "You're explosive, sometimes violent, loving, over protecting, and sweet." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's the woman I know." He took a deep breathe. "You're parents didn't approve of you moving here, or me. They thought that I wouldn't be able to provide for you. You told them off," he laughed. "So hard. You said that if they didn't want me to apart of your life, that you wouldn't be apart of theirs. You said you were quitting school, that you hated it. You said you wanted to stay here. That was the last time you talked to them."
Silence. Angel stared at the ground. Izumo pursed his lips. He had done it. One of the many things he didn't want to tell her. "They. . . didn't want me to be happy?" She sighed, wiping her eyes. "Their fucking loss." She muttered, scrolling over her phone.
"Angel."
Contact Deleted. Izumo stared with wide eyes. Angel laughed, stuffing the phone back into her pocket. "Done. Let's go get ice cream." She reached over to Izumo and took a hold of his hand. He looked down, still shocked at what had just happened. Angel smiled, reaching up on your tip toes and pressing her lips on his cheek. "I can see that why I loved you."