Fiction
3 min
Autumn
Alice Rodrigues
Orange, red and green
One day you gonna be king
Green, orange and red
Today, you gonna out of the bed
One day you gonna be king
Green, orange and red
Today, you gonna out of the bed
"Asher! That was funny!" Mrs. Ellen said when all the class finished the game, and I was almost crying; I was lost but it was funny. Until today, sometimes I almost cry, no matter where.
Today is Friday, one more day ending, one more week passing without notice. One more life just going somewhere. Today, Asher chose to innovate and stop for a moment. Take time to breathe, to observe, to keep going with conscience. Asher really desired to teach this to himself when he was younger.
However, life is not this way. Never was.
Asher, again, was overthinking, "you know when you make a mistake, and everything will be fine? I don't know how this feeling is. Every time that I screw up, looks like a hole under my feet, and as that old princess, I just fall."
Orange, was about the pumpkins
The leaves and the sky during the sunset
Red, was the fire
The eyes of her and some three leaves too
Green, was the entire floor
The three, the water, the sea
The leaves and the sky during the sunset
Red, was the fire
The eyes of her and some three leaves too
Green, was the entire floor
The three, the water, the sea
"Asher, are you confuse?!" Mrs. Ellen asked, "do you need help with your activity?" Probably she was doing this after seeing me looking for him. I stopped the second stanza; I was looking for all the class, so confused.
"ASHER!" Victor yelled in the middle of the coffee. I focus on him; my eyes are too open. "I was calling for you for 5 minutes dude! Your coffee is ready, come get it", he shows me the specific cup of the coffee shop where he works on summers break and go back to prepare another order. Victor. I don't know when exactly we become friends, happens. He helps me not to feel lonely.
However, on days like today, I just feel like I'm falling in the middle of nowhere. Inside of my mind. No one can see this happened. All the time. I guess it is because when I was a kid, my confidence wasn't building correctly. I fell again. No one noticed.
The Fall come to us by colors
Cloudy and windy in the weather
Coffee, tea and hot chocolate as a drink
Looks like a winter, but not
The Fall is still warm, maybe not outside
But inside you know, you've it
Cloudy and windy in the weather
Coffee, tea and hot chocolate as a drink
Looks like a winter, but not
The Fall is still warm, maybe not outside
But inside you know, you've it
You've the dream.
"Asher what're you doing here?" Mrs. Ellen asked in front of the whole class; I didn't want to; however, I need it.
"Tell me, what's wrong with me?" I asked the question in front of the mirror.
That night I was looking in the mirror again. Again. When my mind is so tired to follow all the thoughts, I try to focus on my eyes, I try to catch them. It's a loser game. I get lost every time that I look at me, and I cry. All the tears like autumn leaves. Like the poem that I wrote many years ago. Like the felling that's I still have for Victor, even though we broke up. Like...
Like Fall. My body felt at the shade. And I keep falling,
all the time.
Fall.
"Dear Victor,
you probably don't remember me at all. Not the same way that your eyes were my infinity sky for so long. I guess you never noticed my feelings, my bad. I never was the courage one. I never feel that you could hand over my mess. Yeah, me, myself and I. And lest coffee for today, I was thought to be completely honest with you about this thing, however, every time that I saw your ring, I gave up. Sorry, I'm a coward. After all the years, you grow up but me. You won but me. You lived but me? I gonna go now, I wanna try a new life. Thank you, goodbye.
Love, Asher"
Victor founded the letter in his favorite book, one year later. Time. Victor's starting to write.
"My love,
it's Autumn again; however, the world isn't the same without you, Asher. All the green trees are changing colors again, changing the season, changing life. How can I do the same without you by my side? You stool the weather of the world, the words of the poems that I wrote, the coffee and the light... you were always the shade by my side, and now, I miss all the stuffs that we could live if we tried. If I told how I fell. If I listen to your silence. If I..."
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