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It was cold out, the wind merciless and unrelenting. There was precipitation in the air, promising of rain. That and the angry, dark clouds in the sky, their bellies full and heavy, ready to unleash winter’s tears onto the world.
Shrike Heights sounded beautiful in times like these, the crescendo of the wind coming and going, the soft notes that played the minute it rained. It sounded so beautiful and captivating that Maxxie was ignorant to why it seemed not everyone could hear it. The music of nature. It sounded like longing.
Then again, it’s far more possible that, that was something he was projecting onto the music, the way all people did when they heard a song that spoke to their heart. It worried him to think that perhaps he was simply as common as everyone else, and all his grand dreams and hopes for himself were ill-placed. His therapist advised against these long, lonely walks in the park, especially with all the dangerous happenings that had been plaguing their town as of late. But being alone with his thoughts was the only thing that brought him any solace anymore, so he couldn’t help but head out every evening, no matter how dark it was, or how unforgiving the weather was. What was the worst thing that could happen? Getting hurt?
There was nothing in Shrike Heights that could hurt him in any profound way, not when his mind was already doing a great job of it all on its own. It seemed, though, that he wasn’t as alone as he had previously thought, his cold eyes falling onto a cute ball of fur sitting near the bench, all by itself. He approached the dog with a softened, fond look on his face, crouching down to its level so he could reach out and pet it. “You’re lost, huh? Me, too.” He murmured to the dog.