He noticed the empty road as he walked. He was walking to some destination unknown. He was walking away from the past. Walking away from things that hurt. Walking away from sorrows.  It must be autumn, the road was so full of fallen leaves scattered everywhere. The rustling of the leaves was making him sad. A little breeze was blowing making his ears numb with cold. He can never be the same person, he thought. He had embarrassed himself again and the pain is inevitable. His compromises have become regrets for himself. All his life he was against this. It was a deed that was not to be compromised, he always said. Now he has compromised that, his love has become his weakness. Lately, things have become different; all his compromises are becoming his regrets. He was walking away from this, telling himself that it never happened. Trying to soothe him up by telling his mind that he doesn’t want to care anymore.  The thought of redemption and playing the game has died. He can’t live without his love. He can’t evade that bond, no matter how much he tries. Deep in his heart, he knows that he had failed himself again. He had developed a hate for himself. His regrets have become a cancer for him, killing him silently. Walking away with a smile won’t help him, not this time. Yes! He said the autumn has arrived!

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Like the way you detail everything. Keep writing….