Falling Leaves and Broken Promises

Prologue

I walked down the streets of Waffle Town, in the dead of the night. My footsteps were loud and so were its echoes, but I don't anyone will hear them, as they are all asleep. My now straight unkempt blonde hair was blowing in the cold autumn breeze. I didn't bother to wear a scarf, because I don't care anymore.

I listen to the silence that engulfed the small town. If you were here in the morning, you'd never imagine this is what it was like at night. It's almost two, and I'm just here, feeling autumn as it died into winter.

I saw a lone light shining in one building. It was his. I saw the curtains draw back. I didn't bother to look into his eyes when he peeked through the window. He had seen me taking midnight walks before, so he didn't bother to check on me. What he doesn't know, though, is that this walk is different from the ones before, because when I left the house earlier, I'm not coming back. Nothing's left for me there. I no longer have anything to live for, at least not in this town.

I feel the hard concrete beneath my feet as I make my way to the dock. I watched the wind blow the autumn leaves around. I've always loved this season, even though it's always had bad memories. I need to get away from this place, from this season. My rucksack I had gotten from my mother carried enough food to last me a while.

I stepped onto the rotting wood as I made my way to the tiny boat on the end. I jump into it, the water losing its former calmness. I put the rucksack down and I cut the rope holding it to shore with my pocket knife, letting me drift off into the fog.

I don't really care where I end up, as long as it's away from that place. I bet you're all wondering what that place has done to me, huh? Well, for one, it has some pretty bad memories clinging to it. Two, there are people there who are just so willing to help me, out of pity, but I simply hate pity, especially if it's for me, and three, he's there. I don't expect any of you to understand my situation. I get the same questions. What's wrong with pity? What did he do to you? What memories? Why do they pity you? Stuff like that, but I guess I could just tell you the entire whole story.

I hope you don't get confused though, because in order for you to understand everything, you have to see through the eyes of a lot of different people, all of them, involved in the drama which is known as my life. Now listen carefully, because a single missed detail could cause you to lose track of the rest. I will tell the story, autumn by autumn, because only that season has a meaning in my life. My name is Vivian, and this is my story, my life, full of untold secrets, and of broken promises.

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