Hanging from the end of her rope, she dropped off onto the rooftop. Reaching up, she grabbed her swing-line and with a flick of the wrist, unhooked it and spun it back into a tight loop. Of all the rooftops in Garrison City, this was the one to which she thought she would never return. She brushed the red hair that she wore out of her face, tucking it behind a black ear-tip, and walked over to the edge.
Silently, she looked over the edge of the building and remembered. She had been six stories down when she caught him. Carrying him back up, clutching her onto for dear life, had not been easy. Of course, what happened afterwards had been one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She had let him become her world, he’d even changed her in many ways, and it had all come crashing down.
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