The Fallen Leaves Tell A Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I missed the time when I could spend money freely. I bought everything I needed and a few snacks to last a week. Ominous clouds hung over my head, and the chilly wind battered me. In every aspect, I relished the weather. This weather was magnificent. The leaves ruffled and fell from the trees. At the same time, it's delightful and tragic. The leaf gently lies down to rest and waits for someone else to replace it as it finally completes its task for the trees. The reality of it makes it so tragic, not its death.

Lisa was sitting lifelessly on her seat, looking out of the window. It was the month of october, the true starts of the month of fall. The leaves dance from branch to ground, each a colorful flag without any strings or pole, free to roam. People feel the breeze, rich with the aroma of the earth, the keeper of the seeds, for the springtime to come. There is calmness, as if all the gold, berry-reds and brown that flutter about is a cozy quilt, bringing everyone the same piece as the night time.

She didn’t forget to reassure that the branch where the nest lying was strong enough and unbreakable easily. “Ouch!” Qeiza screamed. When she got down, she was a bit careless. It caused her slip before she could stand on the base of the branch. Qeiza kept directing her gaze at the maple leaves that had changed their color. They were getting more beautiful in the fall. However, when her body was sliding fast following the gravitational pull of the earth, Qeiza closed her eyes. It’s better for her not to know how far she fell down. All of that was meant to keep her from thinking about the pain she would feel when her back hit the ground covered by the fallen leaves.

He points with his chin, how old people do when they don't want their accusing fingers seen. Ahmed speaks up, his eyes on me. "Amanda's our poet. Our all-seeing eye....our—" "—Heart." Chideziri finishes. "Our heart." Nobody disputes it. * I close my eyes and pretend that the shuddering leaves are speaking to me. Pretend each leaf-blade has a story to tell. Pretend that the rustling is all the petals of the hardwood whispering every tale it knows. Under the tree in the yard, where I sit, leaves fall. Most rusted, some still luxuriant.

Hearing her, they left giving her the space they needed. Abigail stood up and walked around carelessly. The evening is turning darker as time passed. And she knew her maids would come in a while to take her in. Walking, she stood under a tree. It’s a peepul tree [Sacred Fig]. General these kinds of trees wouldn’t be planted in a palace garden. They would be basically planted in temples. She wondered as she looked at the tree while placing her hand on the bark. As she looked she stepped on a rock which made her trip. She closed her eyes tight as she welcomed herself to be kissed by mother earth. But before she could kiss the ground a pair of strong hands held her firmly.

Dashing to the issue, I swing it shut, the sound reverberating inside the house. I look into the distance through the straightforward surface, wondering about the strife before my eyes. Wind twirls around, outlined by a flood of dim mists that hang in the child-blue skies. Leaves fall like confetti towards the dull, sloppy ground, energy in their development. Assuming I squint, the weak layouts of weighty precipitation are apparent in the far distance, traveling in our direction with fantastic speed. Appears as though I'm remaining in this evening.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

I had to admit, there were no obvious flaws. My eyes fell on a tree. He must have done something to the tree to make an enclosed space. I walked along the road again while studying the trees. It was spring and the leaves had turned green. As I walked, I found that there were fallen leaves under some of the trees. I thought of the reason immediately. The leaves must be shaken to the ground when Alex used his gift. So the trees weren’t supposed to be here. What would happen if I knocked down the trees?