Where The Autumn Wind Blows
Outside, the wind rattles the trees, shaking loose the first of the autumn leaves.
Finally, Josh exhales and steps back. “Forget that for now, Ari,” he says, voice softer now. “It’s too early in the season for this.”
I nod, holding my phone tight against my chest. As he leaves, closing the door behind him, saying nothing and everything all at once.
I let the wind carry the weight of everything—the missing summers, the distance, the cracks forming between us, the unspoken promises.
Autumn has begun, and everything feels like it’s falling. But maybe… just maybe… Some roots, some seasons, are strong enough to survive it.
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