On the rooftop the sky burned with shades of orange and rose the last light spilling over the city. Shael was leaned against Ronan's shoulder.
Shael straightened his head, looking at Ronan, "So you prefer... being... abusive... during..." He couldn't complete his sentence.
"Not me..." Ronan hesitated for a moment and looked at Shael. A long pause of silence went by, "If I tell you that I am not from this world, would you believe me?"
"Well, I know it's impossible, but if you want me to believe, then I will," Shael thought Ronan was being playful.
"Alright then, just believe me," Ronan turned to him, "Actually, I have been meaning to tell you this before, but I couldn't think of a way to convince you. You being with me like that is actually dangerous."
Shael's faint smile faded as Ronan looked dead serious.
"I am actually not from this world. I got into an accident, when I woke up I was in this world. This world is a world inside of a novel."
