Julian looked at the man he had envied for months. He realized that while he was looking up, wishing for the shoes, the man wearing them was looking down, wishing for the escape of being nobody.
One evening, through a fluke of a broken service elevator and a misplaced key, Julian found himself standing in the hallway of the penthouse floor. The door to Alistair’s unit was ajar. Driven by a desperate, feverish curiosity, Julian slipped inside. Wouldnt It Be Good - Nik Kershaw
The air smelled of expensive sandalwood and something sharp—like ozone. But as he moved through the marble foyer, the "perfect" life began to fray. Julian looked at the man he had envied for months
Alistair gestured to the sprawling, glittering city below them. "Look at it. It’s all just glass and lights, isn't it? Everyone down there thinks it's a dream up here. But it’s just a higher place to fall from." The door to Alistair’s unit was ajar