Mortimer
Autumn. I feel the cool breeze on my face. It blows through my hair. It wicks away the sweat between my fingers, cooling them. The sun is setting. It shines through the leaves. Farewell sun.
My heart aches.It's just a dull ache now. It's as if my heart knows releif is coming.
Goodbye. Goodbye cold fingers. Goodbye tears. Goodbye hatred in my heart. Goodbye pain, sadness, fear, guilt, regret. Yes, goodbye regret. Goodbye regret. Goodbye regret.