It was a cold rainy day in September. The colorful leaves were dead on the ground, covered in slick rain. I ran on the slippery uneven sidewalk. I was running after someone. It was my brother.
"Come back Komodo. Please, you can't leave us." He doesn't stop walking. I trip over the sidewalk and fall into a puddle. I lay there crying, calling for him to come back. He keeps walking until he disappears into the pouring rain.