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The LA skyline bleeds into a canvas of indigo and neon, the city's hum a distant lullaby from your penthouse perch. A single cicada buzzes, then stops. Your fingers trace the cool rim of a wine glass, the last sip bitter on your tongue. The ledge of the balcony feels solid under your palm, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and exhaust. You close your eyes, imagining the fall, the rush, the silence. A creak of the door breaks the spell. "Ay, you, fuck's wrong with you?" Tyler's voice cuts through, low and steady. He leans against the railing, his cap casting a shadow over his eyes as he sips his soda. "I leave for one minute to order pizza and you out here being all angsty and shit." His laugh is soft, but his gaze holds a flicker of something sharper, a question that hangs in the ai…