THE DARK HAIRED MYSTERY MAN (APHMAU MYSTREET AARON X READER )

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I seriously hated this place I called home. There was no happiness tied to it anymore, nothing for me to look forward to. The next few days seemed to go by so quickly. Every day was a routine, I'd wake up, make breakfast, feed both Aphmau and me, watch Harry Potter, comfort Aphmau, eat dinner, and sleep. It's been days and I still don't understand anything. All the questions were left unanswered and all my problems were still laid out in a jumbled mess like a pile of old chargers. Today had to be different. I wouldn't be able to continue if it wasn't. I needed to make it different.

After sitting on my bed, I finally decided to go outside. I had no clue what was going to happen or what I was going to do. I changed into a pair of leggings, a simple hoodie, and topped it off with a beanie. I told Aphmau that I would be going out for a bit. I got no response and just assumed she was watching Grey's Anatomy. I don't get what she sees in those shows sometimes. Like however many times she seems to watch it, it never gets old. I'm starting to think that her version was cursed to show different plots every time while mine was just simple and plain.

I got out and the weather was misty with a slight hint of the fall chill. I prayed silently that it wouldn't rain today for I had no umbrella with me. I wandered the streets for a bit, enamored by the changing leaves from shades of green to bright red. It felt almost synonymous to feel connected to fall. Autumn, or what others call Fall, was special to me. All my greatest events had happened at that time and all my memories were tied to the changing tides of the more in-between weather. I stopped and looked at the oak tree. It was raining shades of red, green, and yellow on me as I watched each leaf fall limply from the tree. Everything looked so peaceful. There were no sirens, no bickering, no constant arguments, no tears, no cars, no people, nothing.

I started to make my way to the park. It was like an orchard of memories there. I remembered my friends, my enemies, my family, my ex, unfortunately, everything. I think I love this park. I walked around the area more, watching as more leaves drop from the canopy above me. It as almost like a silent song that all the trees were singing as they communicated with each other through the most beautiful language that one could ever hear. I sigh and sit on the ground below me. 

I'm not even sure what constitutes how I feel right now like there's no adjective to describe it because everything forms a dichotomy within me, like a terrible storm brewing. I closed my eyes and imagined my world, a world in which I could actually understand what I felt and how to deal with it all. But something is different here, or so I believe. There's one lone tree in the background, green as ever with branches sticking out from its sides. I don't remember this tree in the orchard. I slowly open my eyes and align myself to find the tree, after all, it just left-right. I searched the area but not a single tree of all tree was in sight. I wandered aimlessly, wondering if I would ever be able to find this tree.

At this point, I've made it to the top of the hill. It was the uppermost level, surrounded by a fence gate, blocking you from going further into the woods. I scanned the park as far as my eyes could see and there it was, in the corner of the park, a small tree of mixed twigs and branches, clothed in green leaves. The trunk had been covered by a modest layer of ivy while the roots poked out like small tufts of hair, trying to free itself from the coverings. I smiled knowing that I had found what I was so desperately looking for as if the tree and all it's meaning was tangible to my discombobulated emotions. I walked slowly to the tree and watch as every other tree shared the same qualities of fall. Then, almost as if it was on cue, the small tree appeared. It looked neglected and ashamed to be the only evergreen in a forest of oak. I smiled at the tree and decided to sit here for today and perhaps more in the future. 

I wanted to write but nothing came to mind. I wasn't too keen on leaving and getting a notebook and pen, anyways. I thought about what happened since I moved to this quaint little neighborhood. It was a nice change from the busy streets of the city. The area drew me in and I was not sure what made me want to come here so much. It wasn't as if I couldn't afford to live in the city. As I continued, my thoughts drifted to a certain man, Aaron. Why was he so keen on talking to me? Doesn't he know that Aphmau lives in the same home as I do now? He was no doubt a gentleman with the way he tried to clear things up, but a small part of me wants to hold onto what Aphmau wanted. She would be devastated if I even took an interest in him.