It's Bright Blue now.
It turned darker.
It's almost Grey .
It's turning dark, intense.
It gets darker with every passing minute.
It's pitch black now.
He kept staring out of the window. The sound of jostling leaves has subsided. Things seemed static now but that left no stone unturned to arouse the directionless dynamic wandering of his mind in all possible directions.
There hasn't been a single knock at the since since his brother left, which happened hours ago. Not willing to be patient anymore, he grabbed his jacket from the table which was present between him and the window he kept his constant gaze at. He walked towards the door , opened it walked past it and swung it shut so strongly , that the loud thud came put to be unexpected for him too. He kept walking, increasing his pace on the path with led him to a directionless and undestinied journey. Nevertheless less he kept walking and got out of the sight.
Wait, Whose Sight did he get out from..
Vocabulary oozing out of this one. But hey, the question remains, whose sight did he get out from ??🧐🤔
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