I was just lying in bed and scrolling through social media when my phone rang. It's almost one-thirty, who the hell—

I answered, sitting up. "Hello?"

"Indie, it's Caleb."

"Yeah, I know. What happened?"

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm at home, why?"

"Listen, don't freak out, okay?"

"Why would I freak out? Caleb?"

"I just got to Reece's apartment, okay? I tried calling him on my way back but he wasn't answering."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "His apartment is locked, he won't answer the phone, Whiskey is barking inside. I don't know what to do. I have no idea where the fuck he went, but Indie..." he paused.

"What?"

"He was drinking."

I kicked the covers off and climbed out, pulling my slides on and grabbing my keys. "Are you outside his apartment right now?" I asked, running out the front door and to the elevator. I pressed the button about a dozen times.

"Yeah, I think he left the keys inside. I don't know how to get in."

"Ask his neighbor. He has a spare key. Ask quickly! I'm coming, I'm on my way!" I ran out into the lobby and through the main entrance. I ran down the sidewalk, avoiding bumping into anyone. He hung up the phone so I clutched it in my hand and ran to his apartment building. The security guard knows me now and he let me in without asking questions. I ran to the elevator and caught my breath while it slowly moved up to his floor.

I stepped out and ran over to Caleb who was banging on the neighbor's door. "This guy isn't giving me the fucking keys!"

I rang the doorbell three times. "Ricky!" I stopped when he pulled the door open, standing there. "Give me the keys." I panted, holding my hand out.

He watched me carefully.

"Goddamnit, you saw me that day when you walked Whiskey! Hurry, please!"

He nodded slowly, "Yeah. I know you. Here." He dropped them in my palm.

I moved over to Reece's door and unlocked the apartment, rushing inside. His bedroom door was wide open and he wasn't there.

"I'll check the bathroom," Caleb said and then rushed in there. He came out, shaking his head. "Nothing."

I took out my phone and dialed his number. I could hear it ringing past the sound of my own heartbeat which was echoing, pounding in my ears. I moved to the couch where Whiskey was barking. "Shh, shh!" I hissed, setting him on the floor. I moved all the cushions around and found his phone sandwiched in between. I groaned and hung up, dropping both our phones on the coffee table. "Where is he?" I cried out, running a hand through my hair.

"I'll go ask security downstairs if he left the building." I nodded in understanding before he ran out and to the elevator.

I stood there, pacing. I walked over to the small balcony and pulled it open, stepping out. I looked down, left, right. As if I could see him from up here. Then I heard it.

"Indigo!" It was muffled but it was him.

I looked up.

"Indigo, Indigo, Indigo!"

The rooftop. Oh. My. God.

I ran out of the apartment, pocketing his keys and then jumped into the elevator, heading to the highest floor. From there, I climbed the small staircase and pushed the door open. I almost fell, that's how hard I pushed the door open. My hand flew to my chest as I rubbed it gently, feeling the burn in my lungs. I sat down on the floor, crossing my legs while panting. "Fucking moron!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, despite the ache.

He was too busy in his own world and was still yelling my name. He had no idea I was here.

Once I had caught my breath, I watched him from afar, standing up.

He wasn't doing something stupid like walking on the edge. No, he was just fucking sitting on it, dangling one leg off. I quietly walked over, standing behind him. He stopped yelling my name and started counting the stars. "One... two... three... four... five... fifteen..."

I rolled my eyes, wishing I could slap him for the way he scared the shit out of me. "It's pointless to count stars," I finally spoke up.

How did nobody find him? How did nobody hear him? He turned around and my heart rate picked up, but I couldn't figure out if that was because he was looking at me or because I'm looking at him while he sits on the ledge of a fairly tall building. Tall enough to fall to your death. He turned back around and I rested my hands on the ledge, standing beside him.

"Did you hear me?" I asked. "It's pointless to count stars," I repeated, watching the side of his face.

"It's also pointless to count freckles, but I know you have fifteen scattered across your back and three on your face."

I swallowed down a breath, still looking at him. "I think those classify as beauty marks."

He glanced at me and then turned back to the sky. "Why are you here, Indie?" His voice was still a little huskier and raw. Like he had been screaming for a while, which to be fair, that's exactly what he'd been doing. But God knows for how long.

"Caleb called me," I answered honestly. "He couldn't find you. We got to your apartment and found Whiskey barking. You left a puppy alone," I frowned. I took my phone out and called Caleb.

"Did you find him?" He asked almost instantly.

"Yeah. I found him."

Reece stared at me.

"He's okay. Can you wait at his apartment? I'll... bring him in a minute." I hung up and turned my attention back to him. "You left a puppy alone," I repeated.

"Sue me," he scoffed. "And if you love Whiskey so much, just take him, okay?"

"Okay," I shrugged nonchalantly, agreeing to it. He glared at me in response, as I expected. "Reece, why are you hiding from the world up here?" I sighed, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I'm not hiding, I'm brooding."

I took a frustrated breath. "And why are you brooding?"

"I think about you."

I blinked, my breathing coming to a halt and my heart rate stuttering.

"I miss you," he said.

My throat became tight and the air left my lungs abruptly. "Liar," I mumbled.

He turned, facing me now. "Look at me and tell me. Does it look like I'm lying to you right now, Indie?" His eyes looked red and raw too. He was crying. The tear stains, his voice, his eyes. It gave it all away.

But I really can't talk about this right now. "You won't call me Indigo anymore," I stated. "Why?"

"It's not your name, right? It was our thing but if there's no 'us' anymore then why would we still have a thing, Indie?" How does he have the audacity to say that?

I'm getting angry now. "There's no 'us' anymore because of you, Reece! I begged you to be with me, what more should I have done?"

"I don't fucking know!" He raised his voice at me. He groaned and swayed a little, losing his balance.

I grabbed his shirt immediately and yanked him down.

He fell forward, right on top of me. He managed to secure an arm around my waist but I fell to the floor anyway.

I felt his hand on the back of my head as I fell, my head safe thanks to him. I winced, falling straight on my back and ass. "Fucking moron," I breathed out, closing my eyes in pain.

"Shit, sorry." He scrambled up and kneeled beside me. "Are you okay?"

I let out a frustrated scream and sat up slowly. "Are you insane, Reece?!"

"I'm really sorry."

I looked over, giving him a hard push. He fell back and I moved forward, pushing him again. He lay down and I crawled on top, straddling him. "What is wrong with you?!" I screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. "You drink an entire bottle and then come to a rooftop of all places? Not just that, you sit on the fucking edge! Where you could fall to your death in the blink of an eye! You're drunk but where is your common fucking sense?!"

He let me yell at him. He grabbed my wrists, holding them to his chest. Keeping some sort of contact, only my hips were on his. He sat up. "Indie—"

I looped my arms around his neck and hugged him, I think tighter than I ever have before. And then the waterworks started and the tears poured on out. "I hate you so much," I sobbed. "I thought you left somewhere and got hurt. I thought you would have got hit by a car or something. I thought you were going to die tonight!" I pulled back, looking at him. "Do you know what that means, Reece? If you fell from there, if I didn't get here in time then—"

He's just staring at my lips.

"Reece."

His eyes flicked up to mine.

"Will you stop—"

He grabbed me by the throat, his fingers gentle but firm to tell me he wasn't about to listen to my rambling and lecture. He wanted to kiss me and that was that. I had to listen. He pulled me down and I willingly obliged as he kissed me. He started slow but as the kiss got faster, hotter, harder, rougher, his grip on my waist tightened too, his fingers digging into my skin where his hand slipped under my hoodie.

While he grabbed me hard there, maybe even hard enough to bruise just a little, his grip on my throat stayed as gentle as it possibly could, and that only made me want more. But we can't do this, especially not here. I tried pulling away but he held my throat just a little tighter and pulled me back down, silencing me with another kiss, just as heated as the last one.

It became rushed like we were racing against time. And we might be because anybody could come up here and catch us. He bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough for it to hurt but then kissed the pain away.

His hand on my waist slid further back, resting at my tailbone and when he pressed down, I winced and pulled away. "I fell just a second ago, Reece."

"Sorry," he mumbled, staring at me. He brought his hand back to my waist and kissed me again, softly this time. When he moved lower to kiss my neck, I stopped him and stood up in time as the security guard came upstairs with a flashlight and stood in the doorway.

"Ay! You're not supposed to be here!"

Reece stared at me, both of us breathing hard.

I held my hand out and he grabbed it, pulling himself up. "Sorry," I mumbled, pulling him past the security and back downstairs.

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