The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Chapter One: Timothy

In life, things tend to happen for a reason. Whether that reason is good or bad, that's up to us to decipher. In a life of twist and turns and candid faith, we all hope to seek that same fate of love. Personally, I believe love is nothing more than a mediocre thought, that people symbolize as some type of reform in life.

The reform comes from loneliness. But, I understand not wanting to be alone. I subsequently fall under that spell as well. The spell of past broken hearts, wishing to be loved endlessly. Then, I realize again, love is mediocre. It is not vital, and I have lived with that.

Ginger hair, and rosy cheeks. "You know that you are half Irish.", Mother's explanation would be. Willowy stance, and pale-like skin. "Just like your great-great-grandmother, Elizabeth.", Grandfather's explanation would be.

When I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I don't see that wild, moderately tamed Irish woman mother claims I am. When I stare closer, I don't see my wondrous, gorgeous great-great grandmother, Elizabeth. I see Autumn Katherine Heart.

Autumn Heart, is a freelance artist. Some call her adventurous, spontaneous, and bold. "She's wonderful and so in-depth with her craft.", Some might praise. Autumn couldn't agree more. Her work shows well off with the people of San Francisco and even goes further into most parts of California.

Autumn is one of the lucky ones. She had a dream, that she worked hard for in order to see it through. Though many bumps held her, she stuck to her motto. "Keep your head up, and everything will be Okay." That motto has done her well, so far.

"Autumn, Why are you still here? Everyone is gone for the night.", Karen, a local editor here in San Francisco. Karen also happens to be my eldest sister She calmly alerts me, unfortunately disrupting my current project.

Blowing a silent breath, I glance up.

"I'm not 'everyone' Karen. Plus, I'm just jotting idea's for our next cover.",

She rolls her eyes.

"My dear sister, you are a workaholic.", She groans, walking up to my desk.

She's right. I am. I love my job as a freelance artist, but my career is my main focus. I work as a photographer and editor at E Magazine. My job as a photographer is simple, I find a subject, snap a picture and beautify it. On the other hand, my job as an editor is not as simple. In this field, there is plenty of competition.

Everyone wants to print 'The next big thing', yet no one can tell you the best thing. I have a certain approach to what I choose to write about. I prefer realism over gossip, savvy over sophisticated. I like thing's out of the norm.

Of course, because of my 'bold' approach, I have suffered much heat from many Communist. I haven't let that stop me, and frankly, it would never stop me from doing what I love the most, expressing myself.

"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you, Autumn?", Karen antagonizes me, here almond locks flowing along with her movements, as she surrenders into one of my comfy, office chairs.

I've always been envious of her almond locks. So light and brown, unlike my wild, reddish-ginger hair.

"That can't be your sister, she's too pretty. Besides, your hair is red, her hair is brown.",

"Look at little laddy here, swears she's Irish. Silly girl.",

"Autumn! You're doing it again! That's it, I'm dragging you out of here.", She concludes, hoping from the chair and charging towards me.

Knowing my very high tempered sister, and how relentless she is, I quickly bounce up before she can reach me.

"Okay! Okay. You won. I'm coming.", I surrender.