• INNUENDO • [ Taekook ]

1. Mirage

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London, 1969.

Through the window of the apartment, the morning light infiltrated in sheafs, spilling over the red blanket in a thousand shades. Every breath of dust floated in them, each looking for its way somewhere in the universe.

My gaze didn't move from this scene.

It's as if time has stopped.

I ran my hand through the light as if I wanted to capture every bit of that image. I watched it cautiously. They performed a thousand crazy dances at that moment.

Is it possible today someone still cannot find a reason to live?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car horn somewhere on the street. I didn't know why I was so disoriented since this morning. It's as if I've been in this apartment for centuries, and yet everything is so unfamiliar to me.

Trying to remember why I am here and with whom, I couldn't find an answer, which I didn't attach much importance to because it was morning.

And that meant coffee first.

I opened the balcony door and watched the street. How even did I get here?

Gunterstone Road, Kensington.

I must been a very popular person without knowing it. The houses in the street were typically in English style, built of brick. The fallen leaves gave a special touch to the whole street, giving the impression that I was in a such modern fairy tale.

However, that "such modern" fell into the water as soon as I saw people. Why is everyone dressed like that? Something was confusing me, but I didn't know what, I couldn't define it. All I knew was that something was wrong. Really wrong.

When I dismissed the wandering thoughts, I planned the day, because it would be a shame to spend it in this room. Such a wonderful day.

I could say that it was the last days of summer, actually some sort of semi- autumn. However, the day, at least in the morning, allowed me to believe that summer was still in full force and that the blushing of the leaves was only a consequence of the prolonged heat.

My gaze was once again fixed on the distance and I could say with certainty it must have been autumn.

Early autumn. September.

Maybe October.

But nothing more than that. I didn't have any more information. Maybe I did somewhere deep down, but my dizziness was becoming more and more unbearable.

I decided to wear a yellow shirt.

Although it wasn't my favourite color, it was still my choice. A silk shirt with long sleeves was definitely the right choice for this autumn day. The color matched this month, the material this day, and the model this year. I put on a beige hat, which matched the beige moccasins, and I headed into the unknown.
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I didn't know how I got here.

As if I had no memories of the previous period, something was pulling me to investigate. Everybody would, when it came to London. That's the only thing I subconsciously knew, I just didn't fully process that information.

Everything caught my attention.

The chestnut trees had already spent by the road, long devoid of fruit, and the leaves were long ago yellow and fragrant like tobacco leaves. It began to fall from the branches indecisively, just as I was that morning.

I firmly held on to that promise which the sun gave me, having some strange premonition about the upcoming autumn offensive.

So I looked at the surrounding buildings, parks, environment.