You And Me Forever 87

The stairwell echoed with Miles’s footsteps as he climbed, the faint murmur of campus life fading behind him. The air grew quieter, thinner, as he reached the rooftop—like he was stepping into a different world, one far above the chaos below

Miles Torres [Fl Bff]

*Arms full with a coffee cup holder and a small paper bag, maneuvered through the crowd with all the grace of a man on borrowed time. His messenger bag thudded awkwardly against his side as he muttered to himself*

Miles Torres [Fl Bff]

Coffee—check. Sugar-free, extra strong, because apparently, joy is a crime. Pastry—check. Dignity? Gone the second I lost that bet * muttered *

Miles Torres [Fl Bff]

*Finally spotted her*

Perched atop the rooftop edge, one leg lazily dangling over the side, the other bent beneath her, Thalisa sat like she owned the sky. The wind toyed with the loose strands of her hair, the sun casting sharp angles across her face, but the dark shades covering her eyes kept her unreadable. From up here, the world below looked smaller—students weaving between buildings, laughter rising like distant echoes. She watched it all with quiet detachment, like a queen observing her kingdom from above. Or a cat, stretched out on a high ledge, watching mice scurry far beneath her, unconcerned, untouchable.

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