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Your prompt for today is... 2 words, 1 color!

AUTUMN, TIME, AND GREY

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— Ferris

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Writing prompt #1: Sullen

Words: 523

A/n: Hope this is long enough!! I'm gonna use this as a way to tease a new oc.

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Autumn is a cold month for most. A season full of giving and horror. It's a funny combination if one were to consider it. The leaves change, but he's stuck. He can't change. He sees all the people around him age with time. His eyes watch, but his mind wanders.

It wanders to memories that last a whole century. Most faded, gray in feeling.

He sits on a lonely bench, nothing to hold other than a lukewarm coffee cup. Half empty. His life was half empty. He lost many to time. He lost himself a few times. The world now is much too modern. It's hard to hold onto who he originally was. He spent too much time searching to really enjoy the changes of the world.

Watching the world move on without him. He felt small. Friends were a luxury. Something his weak heart couldn't afford. He could only be a spectator in the joys of what life should be. Seeing couples share happiness and sadness. The true sorrows of humanity. He witnessed many children age and many elders wither away. The loved ones often mourning their deaths.

He longed for someone to mourn him. Maybe they did. Back then. When he had people. People who sought his attention. His love. All lost now.

His skin chilled with the cold wind of Autumn. The only reminder of his living state. This was the best season for death. They were celebrated. Something he will never have. His gaze met a large tree. The largest one in the park. The leaves a reminder. That he wasn't allowed to change.

It was cruel. His life was cruel. There was no release for his poor soul. His soul that witnessed the downfall of civilization and how society would be rebuilt. Rebuilt without him.

Those he lost would never get to see him in the afterlife. And he wouldn't get to see them. His beating heart only beating to keep him living. He lacked a reason. Any reason. He just wanted color. Color in his life. He needed colorful leaves to his lonely dead tree that is him.

He longed to feel something other than numbness. He craved it.

Why was he being tortured? He never wanted this life. But here he is. His life being never ending.

He ruminated in his thoughts. The lack of memories that he could hold on too. The only break from his thoughts was the small sip of his coffee.

A few more moments of sitting, the only sound that filled the space was the chatter of passersby, he decided it was time to leave.

That was what he wanted, but there was added weight on the bench. A slow glance to his side, he saw the most beautiful person. They were warm. A contrast to the chilly weather that required turtlenecks and flannels. This individual held so much life. More life than he's ever seen.

They had more color than his gray life. Cheeks a gentle color of flushness, and kissed by the chilly air. He wanted to know this person's name. He had a reason. A reason to change.