It was the late afternoon of autumn, leaves were falling into the streets and cars rushed by going home. The breeze left a soothing touch on the skin, and the cold temperatures didn't seem to matter within the beauty of this day. It was one of the more beautiful days of the year, the birds flew across the sky singing their songs, and the leaves fell to the ground painting it golden and red. Even the cars seemed to fit into the picture perfectly, and the carmel latte the young boy was holding too.
It was a scenery one would like to capture on a camera, a picture they'd treasure till the end of their lives. Even words can't describe exactly how beautiful it was.
The young boy sat on the light brown bench that was located under a golden oak, somewhat far from the road. He wore an orange scarf around his neck, a white coat with fur around its hood, and a knitted white hat. His pale hands held onto the cup full of carmel latte, as he admired the beautiful view of the city in which he lived in.
Even if years passed, the beauty of the city would stay, the boy wouldn't let it go so soon. He found the city even more beautiful in autumn than any other seasons. He found himself enjoying a carmel latte every autumn in the same place with no disturbance, only peace and quiet and the music of the birds.
He could only slime to himself as the scene in front of him began to fade with the sun. He finished his latte before standing up and leaving the now invisible scene behind him. He pulled his scarf over his face as the cold wind slowly passed by him.
The quiet crunching of the autumn leaves, left a calm feeling within him as he walked home. When he'd arrive, his friend would be asleep with his boyfriend, but that happened each year, and he couldn't bring himself to care.
He smiled to himself quietly before grabbing his keys from the pocket of his coat, and opening the door. He turned on the light that lit up the small hallway and took off his shoes, before taking off his scarf and coat and placing them quietly on the empty chair that stood in the hallway. He turned the light off again and walked over to his bedroom, opening the door as quietly as he could.
He silently changed into his pyjamas, and layed on the single bed in the corner. He hugged the one thin blanket on hid bed and let himself fall into deep sleep.
