Because Danny and Caden didn't want me to leave the house, they thought I'd end up doing something to myself, so they came and stayed with my grandmother and I for the next few days. One night, after I thought they had fallen asleep, I climbed out onto the roof, and stared at the stars. They looked so beautiful. You know, I always used to think that the stars were all portals to different places. Voltaire used to say that they were the spirits of people who became angels. "I wonder if Voltaire's up there," I wondered out loud. 

"Enoch! What are you doing up there?" I heard someone yell. Danny's head popped up over the edge, and he clamored up. I noticed that I was standing, and my hand was up, like I was trying to pluck the stars out of the skies, one by one. He grabbed my hands and tried to drag me off of the roof, but I wouldn't budge. All I did was shake my head and shut my eyes.

"No." I simply stated. 

"Why? I don't want you to get hurt again," he sounded hurt that I had replied like I did. Right after Voltaire had died, I became really suicidal. Like, to the point where I actually tried, suicidal. "C'mon, Cecil," He repeated, using the nickname he had for me. 

"How would you know?" I snapped at him. "There's no room for me here, or anywhere. I shouldn't even be here right now, damn it! I should be the one dead, not Voltaire!" I walked to the edge of the roof and perched there, not wanting Danny to see me cry. I started singing Already Over by Red, before I had a panic attack. 

"I'd give it all to you

Letting go of me
Reaching as I fall
I know it's already over now
Nothing left to lose
Loving you again
I know it's already over..."

"Already over now..." Danny echoed, crouching next to me. I buried my face in my hands, but he lifted my face up, so he could look me in the eyes. "You're here for a reason," he whispered. "You are important, and you belong with Caden and I.  You have some awesome talents, and I'm glad you decided to be friends with the two of us. I honestly would've killed myself had I not met you when I did, and you know that." With that, he kissed me. It was, well, I don't know. It was a weird feeling that fluttered in my stomach, and I think it might've been love. 

When he pulled away, I stared at him, scared and intrigued, and, and maybe even a tiny bit in love. "I'm sorry," we both said at the same time. He stood up and walked away, climbing down and going back in through the window without saying another word to me. I stayed up there for a bit longer, thinking. Eventually, I climbed back in the house, and went back to my room. I ended up falling asleep after God knows how long thinking about what the hell Danny was thinking when he did that.