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She was looking at the trees, where several shades of red, orange and brown were now painted, letting nostalgia slowly invade her.

Yet, it was a common start of fall. The hot temperatures and the laughters of summer had let their place to the downpours and the complaints of the late season, following sadly the path of the life.

The hand on the railing of the stairs, she stopped and stared the path that continued a few meters below. The memories where coming back, and with them, the tears wanted to come out. Yet she refused them this freedom, and went back to her way, step after step, without forgetting.

She did not forget the dimples that were dug out when he smiled, her eyes that sparkled when he saw her, the warmth that her arms brought to her, and the sensation that she felt every time her face appeared in her mind.

« Megan ! »

She turned back, her lips cracking a fake smile. Camille, one of her friends, ran in her direction, her bag bouncing behind her back.

Her pressed steps made the leaves screeching on the ground, and for a second, her image was replaced by Brian's one, before disappearing.

© Elvalith ,
книга «Fall».
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