The autumn leaves twirled in the wind, dancing elegantly. The browned leaves were starting to pile up beside the trees, only to be blown again. It was near sunset and the soft orange rays of the sun shone through the trees, diffusing the light effectively. The scene was as if an artist had just lifted his brush and the scene was his canvas.

The dry leaves rustled and some were crushed by my soft, slow footsteps. My auburn hair danced in the soft zephyr as even I, myself, slowly start twirling. Merry laughter filled my ears and I have come to the realization that the soft laughter echoing is none but my own.

These are some things that I realise that I can never run from; enjoying myself in autumn is definitely one of them. It often escapes me why I actually like the season in the first place. Maybe it’s the cool, dry temperature, maybe the stunning sunsets and sunrises every other day.

A soft melody floated to my ears. As if I was in a trance, I felt a compelling urge to find the maestro who had the talent to weave such beautiful music which I recognised from the timbre, was violin. I strained my ears to hear. Slowly, I half-walked, half-danced to the soft melody in my ears. It grew sharper, more intense and louder.

I stopped in my tracks.

I found you

He had soft, seemingly forgiving dark blue eyes that were the colour of midnight sky. He had pitch black hair that was messy, sticking out in different directions. He was dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform. His eyes were transfixed on the ebony instrument in his hands and moved the bow against the strings so perfectly in tune.

The scene seemed so perfect. He was in the sun’s view and the orange rays had dimmed, illuminating his entire body. Him absorbed in his violin. A true expression of passion. I could only watch wistfully. Never once had I loved something so much. An orange leaf fell on the tip of my nose and I sighed loudly in content.

I love autumn.

“Eh? I didn’t notice you there.”

I looked up and saw said boy looking at me with his midnight blue eyes, which I realized to be piercing. The violin playing had stopped and the boy was staring at me with a puzzled expression on his face. He paused.

“Did I startle you? I know my playing is really bad and I need to improve so I hope that I didn’t disturb you or anything…” he started to trail off, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He smiled and for a moment and somewhere in background, I felt that a megawatt lightbulb had gone off. I stood there, mesmerised.

“Erm, I’m really sorry for disturbing you, yeah?”

I shook my head slowly, and said, “No, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life.”
That was the complete truth. Never once had I seen one who could play with such passion and dedication. He smiled softly and readied himself once more.

“Would you like me to continue?”

I nodded my head gratefully and sat, cross-legged on the park floor, smiling to myself. I realised he was smiling at me as well. Pink dusted itself on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. We stayed there, like that, for maybe the next five minutes as I waited for him to finish the song. When he did, I stood and readied myself to take my leave.

“Wait, please,” he pleaded.

I turned my head to face him.

“Would you like to know what piece that was?”

I blinked a few times and stared at his face blankly.

“I mean, you really don’t have to…”

I felt my cheeks reddening once more and nodded, “its okay, I would really like to know.”

He positioned himself next to me and showed me his violin. He also explained that the piece that he just played was a violin concerto by Antonio Vivaldi who wrote four concertos in The Four Seasons series and that the one he just played was ‘autumn.’

He grinned and soon we were chatting away like old friends. I found out that his name was Miyamoto Takumi and that he was from Shigekazu Gakuen. He was studying music and specialised in the violin. Soon, we always met in the park. Almost like an unbroken bond, a promise unspoken of but always kept.

Our unspoken promise.

Aah, the sweetness and simplicity of a one-shot (one chapter story). I wrote this out of pure boredom. I may consider continuing but, heh, who knows. The Four Seasons are a really nice set. My personal favourite is winter though, not autumn. For those of you who don't frequent Japanese manga, Shigekazu Gakuen is a random name for a school. Read&Review

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