BEGGINNINGS 1- My revised version.

it was chilly, goose bumps were laying upon my open arm. California air being the coldest it could be in spring. I look over the rooftop of the parking complex my mind pondering into what I just done. Questioning why I am here. What have I done? that question going on and on through my head. But all doing so I smell the plumeria in my hand- its holds a sweet smell with a hint of her shampoo from when it layed in her hair- I had pulled it out when i held her down-  why did she want to leave? I couldnt let her...