A/N The name of the song is Cold September by Fiona Apple and I own nothing of course.
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year.
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin.
She lay awake, staring out the window at the glowing opal in the sky. It wasn’t full, not yet, but tomorrow night it would be. This time
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