Rebel, Sera — And Natalie !exclusive!

Sera took it first. Natalie, last. But she took it.

For a long moment, the only sound was the city exhaling beneath them. Then Rebel turned, rain slicking their hair to their forehead, and held out a hand—not to save anyone, but to ask: Are you coming? rebel, sera and natalie

The rain came down like a held breath finally released. Rebel stood at the edge of the rooftop, shoulders squared against the wind, while Sera counted the cracks in the pavement below—seventeen, then eighteen—just to feel something other than the quiet between them. Natalie leaned against the rusted doorframe, arms crossed, watching the other two like they were a film she’d already memorized but couldn’t stop rewatching. Sera took it first

“You never say anything,” Natalie cut in, voice low. “That’s the problem.” For a long moment, the only sound was