As I was watching the somber weather, I decided to get out of my bed. While I shovered myself in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, my feet were taking small steps and lead me to the kitchen. It was cold outside, the rain was covering the windows and the light breeze was blowing the gold brown leaves away. The autumn leaves were covering the streets. The empty road was complimenting the gloomy weather. Trying not to get back into my bed, I decided to make myself some coffee. While I was preparing my coffee, I realised how messy I looked when my eyes fell on the mirror hanging in the corner of the room. During the time I was drinking my coffee, the distraction of my mind kept going to my life. The loneliness was the only thing in my life that has ever been keeping me comfort. It has also given me this hopeless feeling that is wandering in my head. The conflicts in my mind were discussing every single day whether I should put some effort in my life. There was one hope in my life that kept me alive. It wasn't just their beautiful souls, or their inspiring words. It was more than that. Every time I heard the notes that were embellishing my ears, a feeling in my stomach made me feel delighted. It felt like I had a liveliness to keep my life go on further. Cause that it also one thing that it has been told me, 'Life Goes On'. Just as a typical day of mine, I went upstairs to get my earphones to listen some music. It it the art of arranging sounds in the time to produce a composition through the elements of melody and harmony. The rhythm gave my life at least a current to move. I have been living in Phoenix since I was 4. My mom is out of town a lot for work, so most of the time I spend all my days alone in our mansion close to the lake. My dad has never been existence in my life, so I never reached out for him. It feels like I am individualistic my whole entire life. The neighbourhood has never been so alive. It wasn't so common for someone to come to our house to pass by. I didn't know much people in this town, except from my best friend; Myla. She and I went to kinder-garden together and never detached ever since. As I was laying on my bed staring at my ceiling while listening to 'La Vie En Rose' by Edith Piaf, the doorbell interrupted her soft admiring voice. I quickly put a knitted vest on to cover me up. While I was pushing my arms through the sleeves of the vest, my feet were taking me rapidly down the stairs. As I opened the door, there was a tall guy staring at me through his dark black hair that was covering eyes. His hair was all wet and the drops were draining down his face. When I realised that he was staring at my chaotic look, he slightly smirked without showing any affection. His dark brown eyes glazed at me from head to toe. He made me feel uncomfortable so I decided to terminate the weird silence that was going on. ''Can I help you?''
