'I was nice to him,' she thought as she went up the stairs to the roof.
There was something she remembered while she used to go to the roof a lot; it was her comfort zone, a place that no one visited or came to until Duncan came and shoved her outside of it. Now, she was avoiding going up. However, for some reason, she missed being there, feeling the breeze against her skin and contemplating the sky, something she used to do to keep her mind empty.
She remembered a conversation they had at the roof, the first time he truly showed he wasn't kind but she ignored it thinking he was teasing her. Maybe he kept a grudge from the first time when she treated him like a naïve boy. She looked at the iron fence and sighed; it was a memory that just came back lately. He didn't show up for days. The worse thing in human life was habitude and attachment. She was attached to his presence around her; they met almost every day.
