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Cold rain drops sliding down his face couldn't make him feel colder than he already felt. His damp hair was dancing in the cold foggy air as his arm muscles and abdomen were hugged by wet shirt. His old coat flying behind his back as his legs are making big,quick steps just to run away from everything that is pressing against his heart. Although that every other step is harder and more painful that previous he continues to run not knowing where. The empty park coloured in red and yellow,filled with smell of wet leaves seems endless. No people or dogs as usual. Even the sun is absent today. Cold autumn's rain replaced it and only the sound of her cold drops tapping the ground could be heard. The sound of his panting and short sobs disappears in wet air and endless ocean of yellow and red.
The old polaroid camera that is hanging around his neck hits his chest hard making him to cut his breath every time he feels the sharp pain on his skin and in his chest. But he never stops runing away just like this cold rain.