Timeline

Beginning:

Eves parents die. She is trying her best to cope with the loss. the entire school knows about it because her parents were generous donors and even have Lynn Lane named after them. Eve is now all alone in the world with no siblings to share her loss. She tries her best to keep busy by focusing on school completely. Jack comes and distracts her for a bit by befriending her. He is careless with his words and it causes their friendship to end. Jack refuses to let her go.

Middle:

Jack continues to pine for Eve. At the same time, he is trying to become a better man in the hopes that one day he will be with her. He is undertaking pressure from his family because they want to be something he is not. He likes his teaching job but wants to be more than that. His obsession with eve inspires and distracts him. He follows her around trying to find out what he could do to make her fall for him. Nothing works. Eve moves away.

End:

Jack never stops loving Eve. it is years later and he is married with kids. But he always pictures her face instead of his wife. He fails to achieve anything he wanted to out of his life. one day he sees her crossing the street. He runs up to her to say hello and catch up. he feels like his life can begin again

Character

image

jack Keats. 6ft. He is Hispanic in his early 20’s. He wears glasses for prescription and is blind as a bat without them. He has facial hair that’s a bit reddish unlike the top of his head which is light brown. He is on the hairy side but In a overly groomed kind of way. He never has a hair out place, and likes to tuck in his shirt. He dresses casual usually with black t shirts and jeans with vans.

Eve Lynn. 5 ft. Long wavy auburn hair. Green eyes. Olive skin. Irish. Has a favorite Jean jacket that she wears all year round. 19-20 years old. Not fit, but not overweight, average.

voice

Jack Keats, New York accent. Very strong tone , never wavers.

eve Lynn, soft Irish accent, but the American accent is taking over.

Desire

jack wants eve. In all ways. Jack wants to be independent from his family. He likes teaching but would rather be an archeologist. Indiana Jones is his hero.

Eve wants her family back.she wants love.

conflict

Jack is mr.cool guy and eve wants nothing to do with it. She is still in pain over the death of her parents. She initially tries to give him a chance but he is too careless with his words. Eve pushes him away.

action

Jack becomes obsessed. He first tries to play the nice guy but she continues to deny him. He decides he’ll do anything to have her. Jack is an assistant professor. Eve is a student.

Dialogue

Leave me alone…. He replayed those words over and over in his head. Where did it go so wrong? They were laughing , for hours it seemed, and all he did was ask her one little question. One question that ruined it all…

Two hours before, Class had finished and everyone seemed to rush out. Jack couldn’t understand why, all anyone did these days was smoke up and pretend to have a life. The only two people left in the class were jack and Eve. As she packed her stuff into her book bag, she looked up at him and smiled. This was all the encouragement he needed, to finally get the chance to talk to her.

”Hey, eve. Wait up?”

She looked back and her thick eyebrows arched in surprise.

“ you know my name..? How… “

”I’ve been watching you…” as he said this he realized how creepy it would sound so he hurriedly went on “ I just meant I noticed your notebook had Harry Potter all over it along with what I assume is your name in hearts”.

She chuckled “ well sir your assumption is correct, and now I assume you share a love of Harry Potter as well…?

”Actually.. I kind of hate it”.

She gasped dramatically and put her hand to her chest “ I can’t believe you would say something so hurtful”

“oh I’m totally joking,” he raised his sleeve to show off his deathly hallows tattoo “been obsessed since forever”.

her eyes seemed to brighten up a bit “ jack Keats a fan of magic. Never would have guessed.”

”oh? And why’s that.i actually met the entire cast for the premiere of the last hallows”

”Jack, I will Avada your ass so fast if you’re lying!”.

“But that’s really uncalled for..” he said laughingly, and her expression only made him laugh that much harder.

”but seriously I did go, and actually I was wondering..”. he cleared his throat as her expression turned to stone, “ if you would want to come with me to this trivia thing tonight “.

As she responded her voice sounded lighter as if she was letting out air “ I would love to”

Jack was so excited that he didn’t even pause to think before he said “ Awesome. If your parents don’t mind, I’ll pick you up at 7?”.

Her face seemed to droop and her eyes glassed over “my parents.”

In realizing his mistake he began to say “ eve, I’m sorry I didn’t——

She threw her bag over her shoulder and started walking out. “ it’s fine. Just leave me alone”.

 

 

Setting

What has my night come to?

In my anger it was so easy to walk away. Fight or flight? my feet decided for me. I just needed a moment. A moment to breathe, to find clarity, to lose the sound of her crying. 15 blocks, past an overgrown garden ,and i have only lost myself. I stop for a moment. This bridge… Blue and worn out silver rusted into the ground. I search for a sign and find one in the dirt. Bent over and Gray, the sign says “No place”. Taking a step further, it groans with the feel of my weight. I put my hand across the bars testing it some more, and pieces of gray chip off into my hand.

Imagery (Face description)

She is beautiful. To me, to the world. What is that like? To be admired, to be loved, for simply…existing. I look at her and my eyes feast on her flawless skin, like leeches attaching themselves to a diseased man. Would that I could have her face. To shed my skin like a snake sheds its own, and slip into hers. To be her. To consume her.

Her eyes are spring. Greens and yellows meshed into slanted orbs, surrounded by eyelashes long enough to rest upon her cheekbones. Her mouth is perfectly pink and plump, a mouth made for telling lies and soothing kisses. Her skin held the sun no matter the season, as if it was just as enraptured by her as i was.

The closer i get to her, the more i see she is not perfect. Her chin slants outward with the stubbornness of her character, prepared to argue, to entice.

Her nose sits upon her face, out of place, like a swan with a bedazzled beak, shiny and new until you peek closer and realize its human made garbage.

But her hair…..It frames her. Not her face, but her stature, her being. The mahogany tresses clash with autumnal fire, coiling and curling along the curvature of her back. I curl one strand around my finger and she jumps back in surprise. As my hands tighten around her throat, her spring eyes give way to the stillness of cold harsh winter.

She was beautiful. To me, to the world….

and now the seasons she held, and my love she expelled dies along with her.