Autumn (A Tom Odell FanFiction)

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One month later.

Autumn.

I stared up at the old building, battered and covered in graffiti, and just above the door the words 'Mayfair Library'. I'd managed to secure a job as a librarian and luckily a higher pay. I pushed the door open and was greeted by a man, who showed me my station and guided me around before leaving me back at my desk.
Everything's going to be all right.

Tom.

I awoke to an empty bed, Elizabeth's gone. Gone for good this time. I sighed and sat up and yawned, stretching my arms, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. I'm so sick of this. I grabbed my notebook and pen off the bedside table my mind blank as I stared down at the unmarked page. I shut my eyes and tryed to conjure up pictures to help, orange, falling, crunching, blue eyes, cigarettes, sadness, Autumn. I shook my head and sighed, no, don't write about Autumn. I flicked through the pages my eyes skimming past unfinished songs, some which I'd forgotten about, others discarded. Except those two small verses, the Autumn verses, the one time she'd truly slipped into my deepest thoughts.

An hour later I found myself walking the streets, my hands dug into my pockets as the February cold bit at my cheeks. I eventually stumbled across a park, it was relatively empty except for an elderly couple sitting together on a bench. A large pond sat in the middle, it's waters murky. I stared down into the green foggy waters. My reflection was dim but even though the unclear image I could see how tired I was, dark circles under my eyes and my face was grey. Shit. What am I doing with my life? What happens when people get bored of my music? What's going to become of me?
My head was resting against the front of my piano, my hands playing dead tunes, my mind filling with possibilities of peace. Is there any point in me staying? Should I just go? My hands stopped playing and lay limp against my keys as I tried to push the thoughts away. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I'm so sick of this life.

Three weeks later.

She stood in front of me, her brown eyes dark,
"I can't believe I took you back, you're fucking pathetic, I mean look at you, you're a wreck!" Elizabeth screamed at me, "Maybe I'd be okay if you'd stop fucking around Elizabeth!" She let out a cold laugh,
"Fuck off Tom, no one wants you here!" I grabbed my coat at stormed out of the door,
"Stop breaking me!"
My house was cold and lonely and I just lay down and stared at the ceiling, my hands clasping at my notebook. Autumn. I need Autumn. My hands fumbled with my phone as I typed in her number and called her. I pressed the receiver to my ear and prayed for her to pick up.
"Tom?" Her soft voice sounded from the other end, and I felt myself relax slightly,
"Autumn, can you come over?"
"Yeah sure, I'll be there in forty okay?"
"Yeah."
She hung up and I got up and hurried down the stairs and sat in the window seat, watching for her.

And under the halo of the street lights she hurried to my front door, before knocking softly. I made my way towards the front door and with shaking hands opened it. Her face dropped as she looked up at me,
"Oh Tom," I let her in and closed the door before turning around to face her.
"I don't what to do Autumn." She frowned,
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think I can carry on." Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a hug. I let my head rest on top of hers, my arms pulled her small frame closer to me. I let the tears run freely down my face and for the first time I let her in.
I sat on my bed her next to me as I showed her my ideas, her icy hands every so often brushing mine when she pointed out lyrics she liked, her head resting on my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck. Time had no effect on us in those precious moments, even as our bodies sunk down into my mattress, our eyes drooped, our fingers intertwined and sleep came. Time didn't disturb us.