The wind was picking up her gown revealing the lower part of her bum.
It was chilly, she had her arms crossed and she was rubbing her upper arms.
She lifted up one of her legs and move it in front of her, her foot dangled over the ledge, the shoe she was wearing on it fell of and she moved her foot back onto the ledge and did the same thing with her other foot.
Her red shoes tumbled down to the small field of grass below her.
She followed them with her eyes until she saw something lying in the bed of flowers.
Right at that moment her shoes landed in the small patch of petunias.
It was Gregory, her next door neighbor, a really nice guy she never got to know.
She watched him lying there, motionless, lifeless, there was no steam coming from his broken mouth, he was looking straight up at her, his eyes looked opaque.
Clearly dead.
The grass next to him was tainted red from his blood, some even landed on the petunias.
She found herself standing besides the dead body of Gregory her next door neighbor.
Unsure what happened in between standing on the roof and standing there right now, and she accepted that the tip of her toes stepped on the puddle of blood that leaked out of his head.
Blood streamed from his ears and nose, his hair looked like rope and like the grass was painted a dark red by his blood.
She stepped over his body and picked up her shoes, if he was alive he would have seen her Hello Kitty underwear, too bad for him, he’s dead.
She noticed the angle that he was looking up at wasn’t pointing at the roof, and discovered when she looked up, he wasn’t look up at her, but at an open window.
At first she thought she was tired and her eyes were playing tricks on her, but the following day she heard that it really was a bear dressed up as a ballerina.
She looked down at him one more time before going back to her apartment.
He was wearing a stripped jumper with a small logo on it, she couldn’t read what it said, so she squatted and read it said Tommy Hillfinger.
‘Two failed jumpers on one night, what are the odd.’, She thought to herself.
It was chilly, she had her arms crossed and she was rubbing her upper arms.
She lifted up one of her legs and move it in front of her, her foot dangled over the ledge, the shoe she was wearing on it fell of and she moved her foot back onto the ledge and did the same thing with her other foot.
Her red shoes tumbled down to the small field of grass below her.
She followed them with her eyes until she saw something lying in the bed of flowers.
Right at that moment her shoes landed in the small patch of petunias.
It was Gregory, her next door neighbor, a really nice guy she never got to know.
She watched him lying there, motionless, lifeless, there was no steam coming from his broken mouth, he was looking straight up at her, his eyes looked opaque.
Clearly dead.
The grass next to him was tainted red from his blood, some even landed on the petunias.
She found herself standing besides the dead body of Gregory her next door neighbor.
Unsure what happened in between standing on the roof and standing there right now, and she accepted that the tip of her toes stepped on the puddle of blood that leaked out of his head.
Blood streamed from his ears and nose, his hair looked like rope and like the grass was painted a dark red by his blood.
She stepped over his body and picked up her shoes, if he was alive he would have seen her Hello Kitty underwear, too bad for him, he’s dead.
She noticed the angle that he was looking up at wasn’t pointing at the roof, and discovered when she looked up, he wasn’t look up at her, but at an open window.
At first she thought she was tired and her eyes were playing tricks on her, but the following day she heard that it really was a bear dressed up as a ballerina.
She looked down at him one more time before going back to her apartment.
He was wearing a stripped jumper with a small logo on it, she couldn’t read what it said, so she squatted and read it said Tommy Hillfinger.
‘Two failed jumpers on one night, what are the odd.’, She thought to herself.
