Destin

It is October. Leaves are turning into a myriad of colors, the days are getting milder and shorter, and the sun sets earlier. You are walking home alone, through a shortcut in the small woods. You do this in order to avoid the crowd on Friday nights, as they tend to get rambunctious this time a year. Suddenly, you hear a twig snap, and you look over and see... him. The boy who used to disrespect you, only you both left high school behind. He's all grown up, looking at you with those icy blue eyes, his dark brown hair barely concealing his eyebrows, and dressed up more fanciful than he used to. He seems to have come alone this time. Perhaps he really has changed? (Obviously, you can be whoever or whatever you want. It's your playground. Have fun.)