The Rooftop

Sitting alone on the rooftop, staring blankly at the unfamiliar city lights, she felt the breeze chill her skin. She was always intrigued by the rooftops. People came here to contemplate or calm themselves down or to admire the vastness of the cities they dwelled in. They were left replaying moments and memories of the past, missing the people who mattered the most to them. But she had a bigger question. What was the reason that always drew her to the rooftop? Her restless mind would stop having any thoughts the moment she came to this place and that bothered her. She too wanted to miss people. But she knew that this wasn't the case. Beautiful rooftops too didn't have that effect on her. 

That instant, at 1 a.m., she realized what she was doing there. She wanted to be a part of the crowd that she so keenly observed from the height every night. She wanted to be somebody's rooftop observation at 1 a.m. too, a part of those dazzling city lights. 

To miss people after coming to the rooftop was one thing, but not having any one to miss when you are on the rooftop is different. Different and worse, she knew.