AngelFall (Larry Stylinson)

Behind blue eyes

Many, many thanks to Boobear Tommo for allowing me to use her original AI Larry edit, which after just a "touch" of PS became the final result of this book's cover.  

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It was a gorgeous late autumn morning, the rusted leaves were spread beautifully on the cold damp ground, like a multicolored carpet full of cheerful and vivid shades making a wonderfully unforgettable chromatic landscape pleasing to the eyes of those who took time to stop and admire the breathtaking sight. Unfortunately, the passers-by scurried absent-mindedly into all directions -like ants- forgetting to admire the beauty of that cold September morning.

Another tab had flown off the calendar, the last tab of the three summer months showing now that the first month of autumn had already begun. Although it was September, the weather that morning was unusually cold for that time of year, probably that's why the passers-by were sulking and absent hiding behind thick scarves to keep warm and shield themselves from the sharp wind. The strong wind was blowing hard, causing the branches of the trees to tremble and drop their once-green leaves onto the ground. These leaves -which had once made the trees look lively and cheerful- were now falling one after another to the ground like a shower of rust.

The trees that were once vibrant and full of life, now lay almost barren and desolate. Their colorful clothes, which once caught the eyes of the people walking by have fallen to the ground leaving them exposed to the harsh elements of the changing season. They stood there side by side like they were waiting for someone to come to soothe their deep pain, they stood alone in their sorrow yearning for the warmth and comfort of the sunny days that had passed. The rustling of their dry and brittle leaves echoed through the silent air, a haunting reminder of their fading beauty.
The sun that used to provide warmth for every single breathing creature on earth has now weakened its powers and with the last strength it sends golden arrows of warmth over the desolated souls who walk with their heads bowed, bundled up in their fluffy warm scarves. They sadly forgot to lift their heads from the ground to see that although summer had passed, there was still life on Earth.

Harry was an autumn enthusiast, this was his favorite season of all four as he could see its true beauty which made him feel like he was in his element during this time of year. He absolutely loved and found fascinating how everything went to sleep for a little while, just so it could catch new strengths and come alive again in the spring. As he sat at the small cafe on the corner of the street, he watched the people passing by, lost in their own distractions and he couldn't help but feel sorry for them because they were unable to appreciate the beauty that surrounded them. Harry was one of those people who always had a smile plastered on his face, regardless of the situation or the season. He was one of those few who could truly find beauty in anything. He stood there crouching with his hands on the windowsill, head resting on his elbows, watching and enjoying as the red dragon leaves danced their final waltz to the cold unwelcoming ground.

After a good few minutes of taking in what was going on outside, the boy returned to the sink and grabbed a cloth, walking over to the counter to wipe it down one more time -though he had done it twice that morning- while he waited for the first customer of the day to come. He carefully wiped the counter, then returned to the sink to rinse the cloth and those three glasses that he had placed there a few minutes ago. After cleaning them, he stored the cloth in the cabinet under the sink and put the glasses on the top shelf to let them dry first before placing them in the top cabinet -purposefully located a little further to the right-. He would frequently bump his head on it -more often than he'd like to admit- eventually, he mustered up the courage to suggest to the owner of the place that they move it. He hoped that by doing so, he could avoid coming home every day with a new bump on his head. The white cabinet contained all the glasses and small white lavender-printed cups, which were specially ordered for the café to serve hot beverages to indoor customers.