Two people continue their monotonous live, for they couldn't care less about the seasons. Neither was aware of the others existence, yet were highly similar.
Both were losing control, control over their jobs, lives, families, relations and even their minds. Slowly they spiralled into insanity, because of the crazy world. The world was spinning just too fast, too fast for them to cope.
One an artist, hurt beyond repair and the other, a doctor, with sorrows beyond compare. The world took away their passion and glory to replace it with pressure and pity.
The artist would go to the studio each day, just the way the doctor made his way to the hospital. The world had once given them love and care but now had replaced it with misery and hatred.
Both of them fell like the falling leaves of Autumn, crunching under people's feet. This time they fell too bad, too bad to ever return.
The next day a fresh face walked into the studio, filling the spot of the lost girl. And neither did the hospital ever run out of doctors.
Just like the leaves both of them fell and were replaced as well. For you see 'the show must go on.' The world shan't stop spinning just for two fallen souls....
Dried leaves fell slowly, crunching under people's feet. These beautiful leaves would be replaced but that wouldn't lessen the perfection of the scene. The season was finally here, it was finally Autumn.
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