@archiveofourfoxes ~ challenge accepted (also here)
The Fall
As they walk through the woods
Leaves are falling
The sunlight filtering through just so
“It’s beautiful,” Neil says
Andrew hums in agreement, watching the light play on Neil’s curls
There’s a creek in the distance, harmonizing with the crunching leaves under foot
“I’ve never carved a pumpkin,” Neil says
“We’ll get two,” Andrew tells him “drink your cider before it gets cold”
Neil does, the flavour magic on his tongue, the warmth travelling through to his bones
A gust of wind runs through the woods
Leaves shower down
Neil’s scarf takes flight
He chases after it because it was a gift, and he loves everything Andrew gave him
When he turns back around
Andrew is gone
Taillights are fading through the trees
It should have gotten them both
But only Andrew had stayed on the path















