Short story - From Eden

As usual
I'm on my way to the rooftop
Just the same feeling of 17 years old boy
Mad, fed-up, weary
I need air
So I go up
To the building's rooftop

When I open the door, the vast orange-purple-red of twilight sky grabs my sight. For a while, I feel fine. I walk to the center, taking a deep breath. But then I feel something's not right, there's someone else here. I take a look at my back.
I saw a girl looking back at me with her enigmatic eyes. It has the same colors as the sky right now. She's sitting there, on the ground, bare-foot, wearing a dust-stained white dress. Her hair is long and black on her white skin. I think she is the most beautiful person I've ever seen.
She blink, I got my sense back.

I ask "Who are you?"

She frowned,

I continue "What are you doing here?"

She bit her lower lip, still frowning. After awhile she say,

"I think I just fall"

Again her glistening eyes take my breath. How could she have that amazing color, I feel like I'm looking at a mirror of the sky. When she blink, I gather my senses again.

"Fall? From where?"

I mean this place is the building rooftop. The tallest building around here and I can't picture where she'd fall from.

Slowly she lift her right hand until it pointed high to the sky.

She answer "From up there"

I look into the broad sky, the clouds. I look back into her. Now I'm the one who's frowning.

I ask again to make sure "From the sky?" I imitate her pointing finger.

She shook her head

"No, from Eden"

Don't - Cause...

Don’t steal my thoughts through my eyes
This color of mine ain’t made for lies
Don’t smile when you’re sad
‘Cause you make my day looks darker and flat
Don’t kiss me while you're drunk
So you may say “That’s a mistake”
Don’t take and squeeze my hand
Like you wanna say “You’re mine”
Since you’re just “a friend of mine”
Don’t laugh at my jokes
‘Cause you can’t see it’s only a dark humor
Don’t pull me closer like tomorrow is the last
Well now I know it’s your last
‘Cause today you’re gone


old song made me write this,
The calling - could it be any harder