T H I S...S T O R Y
Autumn wraps itself around me like a cloak.
The spent leaves, falling, illuminated shards of stained glass, gently swirling.
Firebrand fingers touch the ground where you walk, tracing your steps.
The long shadows, stark and blatant as you grasp my cold hand and speak words that fall from your gentle lips like bombs, detonating on impact with my open heart.
You are going to a far off land and I must stay here alone.
In the vast space that opens in the silent tick of these chilling seconds, I realise that this is the scariest story I've ever heard...
and I fall into your arms like a stone.
(Exactly 100 words without the prompt)