Of Carnations and Crimson Roses

The sun dipped down in the horizon and the stars shone like endless scatters of gemstones embedded in the darkening sky. The ever so quiet moon-lit evening disguised the amber eyed, tear-stained face. The railing of the roof was shockingly cold and pressed against the back of a sunshine yellow hoodie. A foot with a worn down sneaker tested the edge, as if testing the cool waters of a pool. A deep breath was taken in confirmation.Tanned hands let go of the metal railing, the person tilted, falling.---Or Reki isn’t doing great and then Langa was thrown into the mix.----!!!!ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!!!