Waiting For Holly III

She follows a yellow leaves path... if you stare at them for a long while they talk to you, and tell you stories of other lives they have lived. One particular leaf stares at her. She can't really decipher the words but they sound good... it seems a nice story to remember and tell to a good friend of her sometime. It would be one of those stories that always start with "I remember once...". Basically, the bigger amount of 'I remember's' you say, the longer you've lived. And, of course, length or intensity of life has nothing to do with age!

She walks that yellow leaves path to school again, where everything looks the same. They stare at her, their eyes wonder why does a girl who studies Engineering sits in the cold marble stairs to write.

They don't know who's Holly. They wouldn't wait for her.

She likes walking alone, watching the shadows moving in the floor as she walks, staring at the reflections in the windows... she likes listening to the silence.