The fog was crawling down the stairs of the house and further, into the garden, embracing the ancient trees and square bushes. The leaves and the grass lost their freshness: it was possible to hear their breath, the breath of the dying. The air was wet and musky, filled with the smell of rotten plants. It was raining all night. The sky lost its colour long ago. Autumn meant sadness here.
A car arrived. New tenants were coming – a family of four.
Watching this dull performance Edward noticed the unusual beauty of the dying nature. He turned his head. His white cat was sitting next to him holding a bleeding body of a mouse.
- Do you think we can expect something interesting to happen?
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General FictionEve is a first-year student at university trying to fit two majors. She starts the relationship with a handsome professor, but is it love or just a game? And who will be the loser?
