Darkness sat upon a rooftop, basking in the shade (i know its odd), the sun made his pelt heat up to fast, he looked down upon the town, wondering what everypony was thinking. Most were probably out with a special somepony, something he would never have, or with friends, another thing that would forever evade him. He closed his eyes and rested his head, within this darkness the only thing a careful eye would catch were his red mane or tail, that was it.