A lone man wanders down a busy city street, dressed for a funeral in a rumpled tux, sweat pouring down his face. Nothing seems to intrude upon his consciousness, until, suddenly, he looks up and into traffic. If you followed his eyes, you would see a black sedan in the midst of all the cars. He follows it with his eyes until it is out of sight. Blinking rapidly, he continues on his route.
A few blocks later, he reaches his house and climbs the few stairs up to his door. He stops, before opening the door, and his lips start moving, though no sound comes out. Finally, he opens the door and shuts it, quietly, behind him. He moves through the dark house, to the refrigerator. He stumbles once, tripping over the picture frames strewn across the floor, their glass broken and pictures hidden.
He opens the fridge, wincing at the light. He reaches out and grabs the bulb, squeezing until it busts. He ignores the cuts and continues to look for something to eat. Finding nothing, he shuts the door and looks almost quizzically at his hand. He pulls a few glass shards from it and then sucks at one of the more profusely bleeding cuts.
He wanders through his house, ending up in his bedroom. He collapses into his bed and curls up tightly, beginning to cry…
Scene: A wedding. The man, smiling widely, holds the hands of a beautiful woman. "You may kiss the bride." He leans in.
Scene: A funeral home. The man stands in a line with his in-laws, just standing, as a long line of people pass by, shaking his hand. When they're finally gone, he goes over to the coffin against the wall, framed by the brilliant multicolored flowers. Ho looks down at the still face of his love.
Scene: His house. He holds her body in his hands. She was bleeding, from the shot of a robber who had fled after firing. 'Five minutes…' Five minutes and he could have…
Scene: A roof. The y lay in the sun, side by side. She laughs at something on the beach. She points and he shades his eyes and smiles. The ocean darkens to a deep blue as night falls.
Tossing in his bed, he at last manages to wake up. He lies in bed, shaking. Slowly he sits up, groaning with his stiffness. He starts away from the blood on his sheets. He stares at his hands, then jerks out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom and to the sink. He scrubs at his hands. He soon stops, shaking even harder now. He looks up into the mirror but after one look at his emaciated face, he looks back down.
Returning to his bedroom, he avoids the bed and its red-spotted sheets. Instead, he climbs the metal staircase up to the roof. Everything is washed in red, from the setting sun. Supporting himself on the chimney, he looks off into the city. His eyes catch on a group of giggling girls, in bright colored tank tops and shorts. He quickly looks away and into the dark red sun.
He stares into the sun, not looking away even as his eyes begin to water. He moves over to the edge of the roof, leaning onto the short wall. He continues to stare into the sun until it falls below the horizon.
His lips move again, but this time he speaks out loud. "I'll laugh with you again soon, love." He pulls something from his pocket and puts it to his head. A shot rings out. He slowly collapses to the rooftop as the light fades from red to black.