He was afraid. He couldn’t remember why or how he had got here, but she made him afraid. She made him feel vulnerable, yet strong. No one had ever made him feel this way. She was there for him and at the beginning he hadn’t seen it. The way she made him feel and what it would feel like to have her close. They were like magnets and the poles were the same. These poles would repel each other, but, you know what it is like, when someone tells you not to do something and then it just makes you want to do it so much more.
They were together now, sat on the rooftop, watching the birds flying free and watching the clouds walk. That was where they had first met, and where they had last met. They had sat on the side and looked out onto the city below. It had rained the first time they had sat there, and the second, and the third. It was like it was the only thing that bound them together, fire and ice, the only place where they had sat together, and be themselves. They came every week, Peter had let them in, and then it became a tradition. They would camp here sometimes, when they were younger, just the two of them, and listen to the sound of the rain drumming against the tent. It always seemed to rain there, even at night. They’d stay up all night like when they needed to sleep and they’d go anywhere their minds would take them. They would sit there, their legs dangling over the edge, almost daring each other to jump. He would say, “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do.” She would smile and say, “Whatever happens, we’ll stay together, like the stars, like Orion.” It was his turn to smile then, “Through fire and flames we’ll carry on.”
He would lean in, and he would try to kiss her. He would take her hand in his. The first time, he nearly fell off after she dodged him. The second time was just as bad, but the third time, the third time had been magical. She had reached him before he had finished and the flames were fuelled by fire on ice, flickering and growing through minutes. He reached for her now, and his hand touched hers.
But there was one thing. One thing they had both forgotten. He had forgotten. She had forgotten. What had happened and why they were here. He looked down. His feet were obscured by the mammoth pile of flowers and cards that had accumulated there. She had looked at them too, and as their eyes met once again, they both stood up and started drifting apart. She was crying now, and all he wanted to do was hold her close, but something inside was stopping him. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t go to her. Was there something he was forgetting?
There were people on the rooftop now. Detectives? No, detectives didn’t wear badges like those that these men had on. Police, then. They were muttering and one was holding a clipboard. He pushed her out of his mind for a second and drifted over to where the two men were standing. The one, clearly the elder (his grey bristle-like moustache gave him away), spoke, “What do you think Morgan?” The younger, hang on, Morgan, that meant Matt, didn’t it? He took a closer look. Yes, it was Matt. Matt looked upset, “Suicide, Sir?” the elder man nodded, “Take notes, would you?” Matt was trying to take notes but his hands were shaking so badly, he couldn’t even write the first word. The elder man went up to Matt and looked him straight in the eyes, “Matt, who put you on this case? Are you alright?” Matt looked up, “He was my best friend. Sir, I’ve lost so many friends in the past few months, I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Nathan, Nathan was my brother-in-law and my best friend. We knew each other since High School and he believed in me, more than anyone else did.” The elder took him towards the elevator, “Come on, I think you and me need to have a pint.”
He turned away from them, walking back to where they had sat before, so many times. Where they had been happy, where he had kissed her, where he had killed himself. She sat down beside him. The world seemed to slip away, and a moment that should not have stayed with them, stayed for so much longer than a moment. The silence was broken, as she spoke. Her voice was like liquid gold to his ears, so precious and yet so harming, “On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised. I didn’t want you to do this Nathan” He wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to say that he loved her and he wanted so badly to hold her close. They were together again, and that was all that mattered. They’d made it through everything.
He heard a rough voice behind him, “It took you long enough didn’t it Nathan?” He turned around. Peter. It was Peter stood behind him. Peter smiled and Nathan smiled. The two brothers ran to embrace each other. Nathan was crying, the tears running down his cheeks, “I love you Pete.” Peter was crying too, “I love you too Nathan.” They hugged for what seemed like hours, not wanting to let go of each other. When they did, Lucy, who had just walked up behind the brothers, said, “So, what are we going to do now? We seem to be stuck here for some reason, not quite sure why.” Nathan smiled, “I missed you Lucy.” Lucy smiled too, “I missed you too Nathan.” They were stood on the same rooftop that had changed their lives so many times. The four of them stood on the edge, forming a square. The silence was as if it was a stand-off. Peter and Lucy, Nathan and Claire. They were somewhere they wanted to be, yet somehow they didn’t want to be here at all. They were all dead, that much they knew, but was there a way out of here? “There’s a door over there,” Peter pointed to the door just behind him, as if he knew exactly what the others were thinking. The door hovered in mid-air. It was the old door from Peter and Lucy’s apartment; the pair glanced at each other as they remembered. Nathan went first, pushing the door slightly ajar, “You ready?” Pete, Claire and Lucy nodded, and together, the four of them stepped through the door.