He stared up at the night sky intently, his grey eyes reflecting the vast expanse of stars stretching above him. His brother's voice echoed in his head.
'When I die, I'll be up with the moon and the stars, and I'll be beautiful too.' His response had always been that his brother *was* beautiful, but it never worked.
"So where are you?" He whispered, searching hungrily across the sparkling canopy for anything that would make him feel connected to his twin once more. But there was nothing.
Just the cold, harsh moonlight and billions of stars, apathetic in the face of his pain.
Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette and climbed back through the window,
leaving the hard shingles of the roof behind and once again surrounding himself with the empty silence of the dark apartment.