Four Seasons of Death: Autumn A sudden burst of cold autumn rain overwhelms him as he's walking down the street. It chills him to the bone and makes his body trembling pray for mercy, but he doesn't feel the freezing kisses of rainwater, not even the slightest chill down his spine.Four Seasons of Death: Autumn by Rosenrot93
He knows his body desperately begs him to turn around and run home, but he mechanically walks further. An obstinate will keeps him walking even though he is soaking wet.
The faint glow from the streetlights makes the wet asphalt sparkle like the skin of a grey snake, slithering through a labyrinth of silent concrete giants with thousands of blind eyes.
He's walking almost alone, only the rain is keeping him company while the city sleeps. A thorn of sadness stabs his heart as he realizes that he could never have fit in this world. He's like the one jigsaw you don't know where to put in an almost complete puzzle, a black stain on a white suite, the darkness that devast