Here’s a pigment of my imagination. An act, a screenplay if you will.
“I need closure, dang it. I don’t care. You know how I am”, Eva whispers with frustration in his ear, with one hand holding onto his forearm against the brick wall besides them and the other clenched shut withstanding the force of his fingers around her fist. She leans away, and positions her self off her tippy toes, looks up straight into his eyes with confusion. They both hear the footsteps of the other guests welcoming themselves out onto the rooftop as well. Eva shifts her eyes, as does he, looking towards the set of steps they were standing on. She walks down to the door and makes herself part of the crowd. He, flushed with emotions and fright disappears to the top level of the roof.
The group of girls linger around, looking out to the city, enjoying one anothers’ company. Eva glances to the top level to see him walk down and greet himself to everyone there, and shortly after heading towards the door. Reaching the door he stops and looks back at her with a still face and heads downstairs.
To be continued….