It was dark and the street lights had moths roaming around them. Beneath it was the skatepark, where some boys were still skateboarding, shouting, swearing and laughing. Asselyum lay on the floor. She looked at the moon as she heard the voices of hard tyres and ball bearing—The scent of the grip tape and waxed floor beneath her reached her nose. She suddenly felt the light block; Riley stood beside her, under the streetlight.
"You're here again?" He asked. He had his board into his arms.
"I can't find Slaine. It's been three days already."
"I'm sure he's just chillin' somewhere. Why do you want to find him so badly?"
"Because I'm afraid it's too late..." She looked at the sky full of stars overhead, "I have been thinking a lot lately. Thinking only about the past."
Riley looked at the
