Sun sets are beautiful, aren't they? The way the sun dips into the horizon and paints colour into the sky so that for a few minutes the world stops being dull, has always mesmerised me in a way almost nothing else could, but it wasn't the beauty of them that caused me to sit on the very edge of the roof of my apartment everyday, without fail, so close to the edge that a single gust of wind could lead to my ever so anticipated death. Most days, I didn't even look at the sky, only sitting still, with my legs hanging motionless over the edge, until it grew dark. It wasn't a habit either, but no matter how hard I tried it was as though some greater divine being had been forcing fate constantly on to me, my whole life, so that no matter what was happening, I'd have to watch the sun sink to a greater place that my eyes could not see. I could not think of a time in the last 20 years when my frozen soul had walked this earth, that I hadn't witnessed dusk. I had even watched it through a small sterile window as though it would be my last when I had been in a "newsworthy" accident during highschool. I silently wished that today, as I stood in a way that would cause a passerby to think that I was finally going to properly end myself, that I was watching the sky with someone else. Not anyone else, but a homicidal freak who's worthlessness only compared to me. It was unfair, I only stood in this disturbingly cold weather because he once mentioned that the view was better than the one my bedroom window provided, yet he never once joined me. He liked hiding behind excuses like ''I live hours away'' or ''If I do that, someone may realise you're my boyfriend''. It was unfair, but he was right, I had to wait until the obstacles were dealt with, by the hand of death. I heard someone approaching with unfortunate familiar footsteps and stiffend, that son of a rich bitch, I wanted to throw myself off this building but I still had to finish that webnovel I was reading. I refused to die until I was sure Kim and yoo were married with three kids. 'I wanna to push you off just to find out how you'd land' a hot breath, that smelled of mint toothpaste and bitter orange peels, appeared on my neck, my selfish wish came true, it seemed like we both wanted to do the same thing. 'Celestia,' I sighed, the man who was now standing next to me, had almost glowing yellow eyes and dark black hair that was longer than most girls I knew. He was dressed in a loose grey T-shirt that went well with his milky pale skin and showed off his concerning amount of tattoos that covered his muscular arms, to the point I doubted any more could fit. He had several piercings, all of them black and silver. It had been months since we were last together but he had not even notified me that he was coming. He was someone who had lied about loving me, about being in love with, so as the heavens had already written in dried ink, I had given him the same lie back. He had a history of crimes, only money kept him from out of bars, I had a history of suicide attempts that riveled his list of illegal doings. 'I missed you,' he murmured, snapping me out of my thoughts. 'You say that but still choose to live two hours away and give me death threats whenever you see me,' 'you're talking like I'm a bad boyfriend, stop it,' I leaned into his side, and turned my eyes to the gradually darkening sky, 'stay longer this time?' '...' At his lack of response, I stood up, and took his hand. We walked back to my apartment, holding hands, in the dark, where no one would see. his long fingers entwined with my shorter ones. 'I can't, you know that,' He said eventually, once we reached the door to my apartment, the singular key in my hand dropped to the disgustingly dirty ground with a thud that was too quiet compared to my beating heart. 'Three months' I turned to look at Celestia, 'It's been three months since you last…and you-' my fingers gripped the front of his shirt, he was unmoving, uncaring. We've been dating for four years but we only ever saw each other for a few days, every few months. 'My father-' Celestia spoke quietly, emotionlessly, '-would kill you if he found out that you're the reason I refuse to marry' 'you wish I was a girl don't you?' I asked, my eyes looking anywhere but his own, 'It would be easier, if you were, but you're not.' He sighed and finally, for the first time in three months, placed his arms around me, held me into a cold embrace, because nothing about him was ever warm. 'Soon' he whispered, pulling my head, to rest on his shoulder. 'Soon, they'll die.' It was a fact that he was a cold two headed snake, but that didn't mean I wasn't warm either, Any warm-blooded person would've called the police after hearing the sincerity in his voice, after understanding, knowing that the "they" Celestia was talking about was his family, his father, his mother, his sister, his two lesbian aunts, his uncle, the "they" he was referring to was anyone who shared his blood, he was going kill them, he already confirmed it, three months ago. I laughed, I called myself ordinary, but I really wasn't.