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Chapter 2

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I hopped out of the truck straight away and started walking up the gavel path, hard, grey-black material crunching underneath my boot clad feet. I had been so lost in my brooding that I had not even bothered to look up until I heard Brandon shut his door.

And I almost stopped in my tracks when I did.

One word. Woah!

The scenery was just…so (and ironically) bloody astounding.  I never realized when the grey blur of the city had morphed into such a vivid and serene beauty. Or maybe I hadn’t been looking at all.

In the centre was a large single story cottage surrounded on three sides by dense woods leaving the front window to offer the occupants the view of the road . The cottage was a crisp white with sapphire blue trimmings, windows and a tall door.

 A stark contrast to the vivid background of the woods. Early autumn boasted its colours like the Kardashians their money (yeah I know , no relevance..but whatever) as the trees looked like firelit matchsticks encircling the cottage like religious dundees wearing orange sarongs and worshipping a statue. Seriously aren’t they cold? In the summers though they must be pretty satisfied.

 Yeah who doesn’t like airing their privates while melting like a freakin  ice cream.

For fuck’s sake note the sarcasm!

I shake my head slightly as the wind rustled the wispy strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail. I silently observed as a few leaves gently swirled in the air before settling down the pale grass. With fall taking over lots of trees had started shedding their leaves. The rest still adorning their last wispy strands (Congratulations you guessed right I think leaves are hair for the trees. My thoughts, my problem. Now bugger of…..oo-orrr nn-nott.)of reds to orange to even muddy browns though there was some yellow and pale greens streaking here and there.

 Leaves now are something that have always mystified me. Some people like gazing at stars(too slow), some like see wild life(I dunno), some like to strolling along the beach (nah, too cheesy..fine I am a hypocrite!)but for me it had always been the same. I’ve always found something in leave. Something just so goddamn captivating.

 By the time I am done appreciating gods handiwork with scenery, I realize there us a freakin fence around the place. Those white picket fences from pixar movies.

Amused, I just raised my eyebrows and gently pushed open the dainty gate complete with the latch lock.

Stood closer I realized that the building was older than I had anticipated. The paint was a muted pastel white than the crisp starched white it seemed against the fiery backdrop. They were faints cracks running across the stone and wood plank walls. The windows large and old fashioned. The ones that were divided into two glass panel and had metal handles. But the feature I liked the best  was the strange sort overgrown ivy sprawled over the left side of the house.  

Its stems a hazy shade of ash-brown and almost entirely bare of leaves. Just a few pale green remnants of summer scattered here and there. It was spread over the expanse of the roof like an ancient skeleton or a misty spider web. Its fingers or fringes spilling past the edges, a few even winding down the pillars of the porch.

It was simply spec-fucking-tacular.

 Like the pale, skeletal and thickly veined hand of a very old woman wearing a lot of large, bold jewellery. Chains, bracelets, beaded ropes, rings  all studded with extravagant rubies and emeralds, peridots, jades and birthstones,topaz, zircons and what not.