Fire Across Skylines
If the last month had taught her anything, it was that skylines and sunsets went well with hard liquor and heartbreak. At least, that’s what Clarke told herself as she took another sip from the bottle in her hands on the fire escape of her building. She found she didn’t mind the hard metal that pressed into her legs or the faint smell of smoke that drifted from the windows of one of the apartments below her, not when she was lost in the pinks and oranges that tinged the clouds above and the mesmerizing patterns of the red lights that blinked on top of the skyscrapers that sprawled for miles ahead of her.
The Baltimore summer heat made the air thick, blanketing her surroundings and seeping into her pores like the steam that rose from the city pavements below. The humidity it brought clung to her hair, kinking it into frizzy waves and weighing it down against her skin.
The first time she’d found herself out here, she’d just needed a place to release the emotions that had threated to drown her if she didn’t open the flood gates. She’d stayed there for several hours, watching the blue sky fade slowly to black, giving a silent roll call to the stars as they blinked to life. When she’d climbed back through the living room window with red eyes and wet cheeks, her roommate didn’t ask questions. Octavia wasn’t the type to pry, and for that she was thankful.
It had become somewhat of a routine in the weeks that followed. She’d come home from her shift at the studio with a new bottle of whatever had seemed most appealing on her pit stop at the liquor store and slip through the window to the fire escape. She’d perch herself on the staircase to watch the sun go down, feet draped over the edge beneath the rails to tease the open air. Sometimes she cried. Usually she just drank until the stars were too blurry to count.