Jealous of Being Autumnous

Chapter 1

Seoul, August 30, 2017

What a beautiful autumn. Forgetting everything that ever was. Sahutan breeze omen the longing comes deftly. Let the beautiful colors adorn the thousands of leaves. Fly somewhere, and eventually fall slashed. Might? It was not a will for him, but he had to adapt in his environment. Signs of time will pass. Grabbing his throne at dusk, and wanting to pass long with him. I don't want this to end at such a cruel time running pace. And bring that miss will come back again.

I know this ending is not long. Sit on a corner bench there and enjoy the leaves down the carefree carrier meaningfully. How perfect today. I admit this is the dreamer's life - the path to a beautiful hallway full of flowers. Fall lovers are happy.

The holidays have arrived. This time is really narrow, but it seems like time is going on for a very long time. I don't want this season any longer, than the cool orange season. This time it's hot. Many of them sunbathe on the beach to display that body shape. For the king of the waves was angry and struck a great land. Might? This time they will wonder whose effect? Not consciously, they continue to cultivate it.

Sitting while refracting words, and then put on a scrap of paper connoisseur. I am proud to be able to avoid that ferocious season, and enter the dream of the days that manifest today. Temple by temple I put it. Unbeknownst to me, someone sat down while playing with the fruit knife he was carrying. I just gulped a rough spit. Right now my mind is only one goal, he's a psychopath. I need to calm down and not take care of it any longer. I just kept quiet, focused on the blank paper, and was busy thinking about the selected dictionaries. I lyrically he brought an apple and peeled it.

"What'sthis? Ouch..." Inner. I can't stand this rough spit anymore.

"You want to?" It was after cutting the apple.

"What am I supposed to do? This is not my will. If I don't take it, he'll get angry and it could hurt me. If I take maybe that apple..." Still the mind that speaks. Be a question to me.

Without spending much time. Finally, an apple ran out of its grasp. And he went on his cool road.

"Hm... Thankfully," out of trouble.

Very quickly I felt the orange sky had left a confident impression of myself, now I miss the infinity back. The wind is getting stronger against this body. And behold, the azan magrib called to establish prayer. I hurried off the park bench. Now the bench itself is again cornered and still decorated with orange leaves that fall over him. After I finished praying I went back and pedaled home. The narrow hallway was dark and there was only one street light at the end of the hallway. The more gripping, the more deft I pedal my bike. Suddenly...

"AAA... HELPGG!!!" The scream of a woman.

I also jerked and stopped the pedal pedal pedal of the bike. Dare to look back. A man who was black like a shadow approached me. I'm so scared, this feeling is not bad. Apparently, he's the guy with the fruit knife. The right hand was covered with red liquid. This heart beats with its speed. And do not forget the fruit knife was still held. How scared I am.

"Hey... You!" His word. And show me the knife in front of me.

"YESY!!!" I closed my eyes.