Warm sunshine glances off of the vibrant colors of the leaves giving a cascading view of the splendor of fall on his walk. The dampened patter of his footsteps along the pavement are muffled by the soft music in his headphones. He walks not to a destination, but away from his present circumstances. The leaves are falling around him and he can't help but smile a little a the irony. He passes many people on his walk, none of them mentionable enough for him to keep a recollection of though, and so he continues to walk.
His mind wanders around, always focusing back to one central concept though. He follows a trail through a park-like area and allows himself to be encased in the natural beauty of the earth. He hears the removed and soft rumble of cars as they drive on their way to some unknown destination in the background, and the soft murmur of the leaves whisking around the wind also remind him of his present situation. His mind wanders, to an instance a couple days before and he allows himself to hope; if only momentarily. He remembers her falling asleep in the early hours of the morning, him sitting there quiet and enjoying being near her. He remembers her reassuring words, and the at home feeling of being around her. His focus shifts though, as the clouds shield the warmth of the sun, and his mood darkens with nature; as if by some divine cue.
He realizes how superficial it's been, and how much of a lack of meaning her words truly carry. He's hurt and disappointed, but he knows that there is no real reason to be either. She was never going to be his, and he should have understood. He pulls out one of his headphones to play with a small puppy for a few minutes. He fakes a smile and moves on once more involved in his thoughts again. He sees her and her friends in a car, and goes over to say hi. After realizing she had been lying down on his lap, his heart drops. He's perfect at playing the fake card though, so he masks his hurt and pretends to enjoy the company of her friends for a couple minutes before leaving again.
The world had once again proven how cruel of a mistress she really is, and the temperature begins to drop as he walks back to his room. New hurt and disappointment flow from his being, but he prays. He prays, because he has nothing else to do with the situation. So he prays, and he prays. After waiting, he gets off of his knees, exhausted and still wounded. Moving from his room, he walks around campus looking for familiar faces to seek solace in and pretend with, but sees the girl and boy cuddling with each other, so once more he smiles away his pain.
His mind wanders around, always focusing back to one central concept though. He follows a trail through a park-like area and allows himself to be encased in the natural beauty of the earth. He hears the removed and soft rumble of cars as they drive on their way to some unknown destination in the background, and the soft murmur of the leaves whisking around the wind also remind him of his present situation. His mind wanders, to an instance a couple days before and he allows himself to hope; if only momentarily. He remembers her falling asleep in the early hours of the morning, him sitting there quiet and enjoying being near her. He remembers her reassuring words, and the at home feeling of being around her. His focus shifts though, as the clouds shield the warmth of the sun, and his mood darkens with nature; as if by some divine cue.
He realizes how superficial it's been, and how much of a lack of meaning her words truly carry. He's hurt and disappointed, but he knows that there is no real reason to be either. She was never going to be his, and he should have understood. He pulls out one of his headphones to play with a small puppy for a few minutes. He fakes a smile and moves on once more involved in his thoughts again. He sees her and her friends in a car, and goes over to say hi. After realizing she had been lying down on his lap, his heart drops. He's perfect at playing the fake card though, so he masks his hurt and pretends to enjoy the company of her friends for a couple minutes before leaving again.
The world had once again proven how cruel of a mistress she really is, and the temperature begins to drop as he walks back to his room. New hurt and disappointment flow from his being, but he prays. He prays, because he has nothing else to do with the situation. So he prays, and he prays. After waiting, he gets off of his knees, exhausted and still wounded. Moving from his room, he walks around campus looking for familiar faces to seek solace in and pretend with, but sees the girl and boy cuddling with each other, so once more he smiles away his pain.
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