"Autumn, after it has exploded into a brilliant range of colours, proceeds to suck all of them away until the spring, leaving a palette of variations of monochrome shades behind. It is in this weather that our souls colours are revealed and the rest of humanity tries desperately to find a bright, colourful soul to latch on to." A short story I wrote one rainy afternoon in the autumn. You can imagine the two main characters in any way you want, as whatever gender you want even if the chapter you are reading at the moment specifies otherwise.
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