I met Javian up on the last level of the building. He was out on the terrace, peering down at everything below. It was odd how rich people loved living at the top level of buildings. If anything were supposed to happen to the building, they would more than likely be the first people to die. Unless jumping, there wasn't any easy escape for them. I bet none of them thought of that factor when they were signing leases.
Regardless of the important factor, being at the top of the world was magical. Being able to view everything and everyone below proved that. No doubt, the nights were even more amazing. I guessed dying first was a price to pay for living the magic every day.
"It's beautiful," I complimented, stepping beside Javian.
"I know," he answered. His eyes were still on the glory belo
