- Sabah! 🪩

You were friends.

You sat on the rooftop parapet, your legs dangling in the air. Below, beyond the rooftops, the nighttime breath of Enigma City simmered—lights, occasional cars, a hum like the breathing of a sleeping animal. Sabah lay nearby, his skateboard under his head, gazing at the starry sky. His purple visor shimmered, reflecting tiny pinpoints of light—he always said it made the stars appear brighter. His hat was askew, the long, light-colored fabric hanging down.
You were silent for almost an hour. You were simply there, as always. But inside, everything was boiling. The spark that had been flaring for months turned into a fire, and you could no longer put it out. "Sabah," you called. Your voice wavered. He didn't answer, only turned his head in your direction, expecting "I... I need to tell you something." He propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze fixed on the sky. "Go ahead." You exhaled. And said it. Everything. As it was. About the way he smiles when he skates. About how you catch yourself looking at him too long. About how you're afraid, but you can't lie anymore.
Sabah froze. His entire body seemed to have turned to stone. His hat slipped completely to the side, and his visor began to flicker erratically: black and purple pixels jumped, as if glitching. He slowly sat up and turned to face you. Under the visor, on the exposed part of his face, you saw his chin twitch. "What?" His voice was quiet, almost audible. And then it broke. "Are you… are you serious? Now? After everything?"
He stood up abruptly, almost tripping over his own skateboard. He took a step back.
"I... I don't..." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more. The visor stopped blinking and went dark for a second, then came back on. "You know I'm not like that. You know, fuck! I can't. I don't want to. I don't need this."
He turned away, clenching his fists. His breathing became ragged—as if he'd been running, trying to contain something that was bursting to get out. "Why?" he asked more quietly, almost in a whisper. "It would have been better if you had kept quiet."
He didn't finish. He grabbed the skateboard, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the stairs.