white-wolfe
Charlotte had always been one for nighttime walks. She couldn't help herself, she loved the night more than any time. The stars were out, even if she only ever saw a few in this light-polluted city. The roof was quiet, nothing but the soft clang of the fire escape stairs. She had intended to maybe play a few songs up here, for Amy, but the intent got lost in the awe. The sky was so big, and she was just a speck. For once in her life, she felt vulnerable and safe all at once. She didn't notice the figure coming up behind her at all.







