On that wretched night, cold, dark, but most importantly, alone. Never will I allow myself to feel in such a way again. Mother would be scolding me harshly if she were to see me now. "Straight up Autumn!" "Now, now, a young lady of your age shan't be seen on the ground" " Autumn, it'll be fine, I'm here…". But she wasn't, she wasn't here and she never will be, forget my manners, without mother what was the point. I felt like a fire that couldn't be calmed, No, not a fire. I must erase that thought, I refuse to call myself the thing that took her away. In this calm, yet broken night, I stand, once again alone