please be naked | n.r [REWRITING]

• prologue •

I remember that day like it was yesterday. 

Red and orange leaves everywhere. I remember recognizing his face from my blurry visions I call my childhood. He was at the bus stop and I could see him from the window of my job. His nose was bright red and his hands were stuffed in his jean pockets. He didn't even have a jacket on and it was hella windy that afternoon. Crazy kid. I still can't seem to remember this kid's name. I just think it's absolutely crazy how one person crossing your path can change every single thing in that  moment. All I knew was his face and my blurry memories.