【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(5)
Chapter 2
Walking out of school these days feels almost cathartic. Everyone else rushes home, fast as they can, to watch whatever anime episode has just come out or play the latest chapter of whatever new game's being developed. But as I'm walking out of the school, my trousers sticking to my skin as it stings, I take deliberately slow steps, walking no more than a metre every two or three seconds. The sounds of nature and the wind are more than any music they could hear. There's a tiny path I like to take some days that leads a long way away from my house. It winds around a great deal, too. There's a lot of time spent just kicking up mud behind my shoes as the soles are worn to a thread, grass licking the sides of chain link fences stuck in the mud, left to sink or swim. Nothing's really alive here, it's all still. Yet it still feels like the highlight of any day, walking through the graveyard to get home. It ends when the path starts travelling up this high hill, there are a few apartment buildings dotted along it, but at the top, there's a bench, where I can get this beautiful view of Mt. Ebott. I try to sit there for a long time, most days. I tend to eat my lunch there rather than at school. I'd stay longer but-
Walking out of school these days feels almost cathartic. Everyone else rushes home, fast as they can, to watch whatever anime episode has just come out or play the latest chapter of whatever new game's being developed. But as I'm walking out of the school, my trousers sticking to my skin as it stings, I take deliberately slow steps, walking no more than a metre every two or three seconds. The sounds of nature and the wind are more than any music they could hear. There's a tiny path I like to take some days that leads a long way away from my house. It winds around a great deal, too. There's a lot of time spent just kicking up mud behind my shoes as the soles are worn to a thread, grass licking the sides of chain link fences stuck in the mud, left to sink or swim. Nothing's really alive here, it's all still. Yet it still feels like the highlight of any day, walking through the graveyard to get home. It ends when the path starts travelling up this high hill, there are a few apartment buildings dotted along it, but at the top, there's a bench, where I can get this beautiful view of Mt. Ebott. I try to sit there for a long time, most days. I tend to eat my lunch there rather than at school. I'd stay longer but-