I came to the rooftop to see not even a shadow of Razbill Silvero. It felt different. Like the first time I had been here. Even with the chair and the table and Snow that was not here from the first day looked strange now that I was seeing them without Razbill Silvero. I guess that for months, this was the first time I came here before him. The surroundings were dull and plain. It lacked something. Breathing didn't come as easy as I was expecting. Like a plant that would need not only the sunlight to survive but as well as oxygen, and water, and the right soul, and care, I needed something—someone—to be here, too. But the arrogant side of me was refusing to believe it was Razbill Silvero when the truth was vivid and clear. I missed him here already.
Taking a deep breath, I felt the weight
