The Roof; Monday Evening
The warm, sunny day typically meant that Travis would go out, skateboard a bit, maybe walk around and then come back to his room and rest. That didn't happen today. Today, he'd spent most of the morning in his room before finally heading up to the roof.
He wasn't sure if he'd ever been up there before. It smelled good, fresh. It was warm and Travis couldn't help tilting his head forward and feeling the sun hit the still smooth skin on his neck. No scar. He smiled and twisted the ring on his finger.
Even if he felt like everyone he passed had their eyes on his ring, it was his. It was his and it wasn't anyone else's and he was the beneficiary of whatever this ring had done to his neck and his scar. No one else. From up on the roof, he could see almost everything.
It was a pretty nice view, really. He sighed and leaned against the edge of the roof, relaxed and content.
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He wasn't sure if he'd ever been up there before. It smelled good, fresh. It was warm and Travis couldn't help tilting his head forward and feeling the sun hit the still smooth skin on his neck. No scar. He smiled and twisted the ring on his finger.
Even if he felt like everyone he passed had their eyes on his ring, it was his. It was his and it wasn't anyone else's and he was the beneficiary of whatever this ring had done to his neck and his scar. No one else. From up on the roof, he could see almost everything.
It was a pretty nice view, really. He sighed and leaned against the edge of the roof, relaxed and content.
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