Autumn (GirlxGirl) | #FREETHESKITTLES

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        PERFECTION.

        Though perfection can be such a cruel mistress, she lets you know that her works are dubbed masterpieces.

        Miss Perfection did an astounding job to lay down a beautiful escapade—just for me, I hoped. Just walking into the woods to meet the escapade made it evident that Miss Perfection spruced it up flawlessly.

        The crusty, flaming coloured leaves would crunch under the soles of your feet and the earthy scent would flutter against your nostrils as you walked through it. I loved that feeling.

        I hugged my maroon sweatshirt into me just as the nippy wind breezed past my body. I inclined my head back, having to squint my eyes when the sun rays glistened through the kaleidoscope of golden and vermilion leaves that hung on the tree branches above me. They threatened to fall anytime as they lost their support from the branches.

        One of those red maple leaves escaped from its twig, flitting in the air like a sheet of paper. A sudden gust of wind carried it away and it whirled in the air before getting lost in the millions of its like. I smiled.

        I love Autumn.

        My mom preferred to call it Fall, something about it being derived from falling leaves, to which I disagreed and stated that it sounded too practical. I would usually have a quick, unnecessary argument with her on which name sounded prettier. I won obviously because let us be honest—Autumn is such a beautiful name for such a beautiful season.

        A sound of a twig snapping had me breaking off my line of thoughts. My eyes skimmed over the area until I heard a rustling of leaves towards the left. The first thing I thought of was... Was that a bear? I figured that would not be possible since I was deep in a secluded area of a residential park, not the actual woods...

        The sound of crunching leaves got nearer and nearer, and I was almost ready to stand up and run. Almost, but I did not move from my spot. I was quite curious as to who or what it was. Also, getting off my comfortable position would mean my butt getting numb. I would rather not.

        From the corner of my eye, I noticed someone hopping towards the log diagonally to my left. I watched her. She stared hard at the ground with her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket, slowly treading on the ground as if to make every single leaf crunch under her combat boots.

        I wondered if she enjoyed doing so.

        Upon reaching the log, she raised her leg to go over it with her front body facing me. Suddenly, she gazed up and my breath hitched as we both locked eyes. Her motion stopped and she stood in an awkward position over the log.

        Random questions started whirling in my head. Who in their right mind would walk through here? Is she going to kill me? Why does she look so hot?

        She isn't a bear in a human costume, is she?

        As quickly as the pause came, she moved again, letting her leg graze against the log roughly before letting it drop beside her other leg. Raising both of her hands to her shoulders, she tilted her head to one side.

        "Calm down, I'm not a murderer or anything," she spoke in a smooth, tantalizing voice. I just blinked at her and felt myself heave a breath. She took a step forward and started moving towards me cautiously. Instinctively, I tucked my legs in and hugged them with my arms without averting my eyes from the girl.

        "I'm just passing by, don't worry," she snickered with a quick wave of her hand before putting it back in her jacket. She was not lying, though; she trudged past me and through to the area behind my designated tree.