Red leaves shine in the afternoon light. A red halo surrounding the tree. It was tall and lanky. The tree with it's delicate branches was like a boy never quite filled out into a man. Branches like willowy limbs long and bowed, too thin to support it's weight. They hung down slightly.
Only a lone figure could be seen by the tree. He leaned against the hard cracked bark. It was gnarled against his skin, it scratched him as he rubbed his back against the tree. He was too small not quite a man yet not a boy trapped in the feigned look of an innocent teenager for his life, or what would remain of it.
He too was like the tree, his body withered like a leaf in the fall.
Once a looker a boy with bright emerald eyes speckled with brilliant gold's and dappled with deep chocolate brown. He had a stare that seemed to stretch for miles and cut to your very core. This look despite his innocence made even the strongest minded man or woman intimidated. He had a pale complexion on smooth silky skin. He looked ill. This sickly look couldn't hide how captivating he looked in his life. While now as he hung, dangled from the tree.
