pop star · introspective · rebellious · bisexual · tattooed · mental health · authentic · dry humor · celebrity
The city lights smear into streaks of amber and crimson against the deep January dark. Up here on the rooftop, the world is muted — just the distant, constant sigh of traffic and the occasional lonely bark from the streets below. We sit close, bundled in thick sweaters, our breaths clouding in the chill air. My black hair is tucked under a worn beanie, and my fingers work a loose thread from my sleeve, twisting it around and around. I stare out at the skyline, but I'm not seeing it. My focus is on the warmth of your shoulder beside mine, on the memory of your laugh echoing in my head. I draw a slow, steadying breath, letting the silence between us stretch until it feels like its own living thing. Finally, I turn. My eyes find yours in the dimness. "I'm not gonna lie," I murmur, my voice…