Autumn Leaves

The rain won't stop falling,it's harder than before

Hello, and welcome to the first official chapter of this story, as you can see I went around and did a bit of changes here and there because I wasn't entirely happy about what I have written before, so I edited some parts and I might keep on editing some more throughout the writing.

You may not know or actually care about this, but I just thought I'd share this fact with all of you, I have actually decided to enter the Nano contest this year (if you don't know what it is google nanowrimo), and I'm still not sure if I'm going to post this story or start writing a complete different one, I still didn't make up my mind yet about it so... we shall see.Leave some suggestions?

The title if you haven't already figured is inspired by the song "Fire Alarms", by the amazing ginger jesus Ed Sheeran. All the titles will usually be lyrics from songs, and next time you will have to guess what song the title was inspired from and leave it in the comment and I'll choose a random commenter to get a dedication.yay. BTW if you've never listened to the song, I suggest you do.It's a beautiful piece of music,that's actually perfect for this fallish/wintery weather now.

As I promised, I attached a picture on the side, it goes perfectly well with the events that will take place in this chapter oi SPOILER. There is also a song that fits quiet well with the chapter as well, it's called "Beat On The Brat" by Ramones. Now I love Ramones so freaking much and this song never fails to put a smile on my face. So you might need to check it out while or after reading, it's pretty rad if I might say so myself.

I find this chapter quite cute and funny, and I had a lot of fun writing it,so I hope everyone will enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Leave your comment telling me whether or not you liked it.

Let's get this started!!

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I rushed through the dark alleys of London under the pouring rain, clutching my jacket around my body every now and then, if only the zipper was working, it could’ve been more helpful. But oh well, I realized a long time ago that things and life didn’t go exactly the way I wanted them to. The night was young, though the darkness clouding the city said differently, I was walking from the café I work at towards Jenkins house. The tiny rain drops started getting bigger by time and so on the raining intensified by the time. And by then I was almost sure I’d arrive at the flat so soaked I’d make a puddle on the floor. Maybe I was exaggerating a bit, but it’s only how I felt like, I didn’t exactly hate the feeling of the rain against my skin, it had some quite strange effect over me, it always symbolized much more, I always thought of it as if it were cleaning my dark soul, washing away all the hatred and worry and sins that imprinted my skin, though it might take a lot more than a few rain drops to do that. But something about the idea of arriving to the Jenkins house this soaked made me actually dread the way the water slipped inside my jacket; I didn’t entirely fancy the idea. Not at all. If I were heading to my own flat, then that would’ve been a different story, I’ll be able to get rid of the inconvenience by a 20 minutes shower. 

Minutes passed and by the time I was close to the complex, the rain has slowed down to little almost not recognizable drops again. That’s the life condition, things end almost the same way they first started. They might seem like they’re not going to end; but all in all, everything comes to an end at a certain time. Which was if you think about it, both reassuring and scary. You just didn’t know what exactly you wanted to end, and what to just begin yet. The human’s condition is to often desire to perpetuate the existence of things, especially things we get so dearly attached to. Sometime even our existence, you just feel like you want keep holding on to dear life and never let go. Fortunately here, this was not my case. I was far close from fearing death; I lived day by day expecting it, waiting for it, almost impatiently.