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  Raindrops drizzled their way down the fresh summer nightfall, gently drowning a boy from the inside out.  'Rather symbolic,' he thought.  He had just gotten a call on his cellphone telling him to 'get back from the park, already'.  He muttered something about aging dried plums and uncaring female dogs, and dragged himself off of his perch.  Feeling light as air, he stumbled up the hill.  Water droplets covered his crimson eyeglasses, distorting the headlights of an oncoming car into the shape of an orb of burning gas viewed from light-years away.
  He meandered his way through the neighborhoods, underneath the dull silver sky, making his way across the shining pavement.  Green trees on either side of the road, and he realized that it wouldn't matter if he jumped off their swaying branches or picnicked beside their sturdy trunks, he wouldn't be better off either way.  He took a look at the houses planted between the trees and figured that it wouldn't be any different a comparison of whether he jumped off their roofs or lay comfortably in bed beneath them, it would not make a difference.  The same cold chill would grab hold of his heart, as it was doing then; starting behind his stomach, carrying numbness and self-absorption through his every limb.  /You're not being the real you./  'That's not true.'  /How would you know if you never tried./  It wasn't a question.  It was a demand, a taunt, even an answer.  But it was never a question.  ' I wouldn't.'  And with that last sentence, the feeling left him; the tingle down his spine showing its retreat.
  He wandered down a few more streets, pausing outside a house bursting with conversation.  He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the noise.  He could tell that they were teenagers, though, and it reminded him of the the conversations had by his cousins at family gatherings.  He couldn't stand the thought of losing that, from what he was planning on doing, and decided that if it had waited this long, it could wait a few more years.  The boy started walking towards his destination, and couldn't help but smirk when the thought that the golden-yellow glow of the streetlights perfectly characterized Thanksgiving with his family crossed his mind.  His heart sunk, emotion swelling in his chest, when he realized that his parents wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving this year, because they'd be on another business trip, much like the one they were on right now.  He couldn't help but hope that they'd be home by tomorrow, for they had called and said they'd be on their way back soon.
  He was closing in on the dead end street, when life soon reminded him how much of a game it really was; he was coming back to the castle without the princess, and would have to start all over again.  He only hoped that it would let him play again after putting down the controller.  He crossed the street towards another street lamp, playing another game from his childhood.  He kept walking towards the reflection of the light on the street, but it kept moving farther away from him with every step he took.  He could never seem to catch up with it, and figured it rather akin to how far away true happiness really was; under his nose, but nearly impossible to step on.  He glanced at the pole of the street lamp, to find his grandmother's cat.  He walked towards it, and when he bent down to pick it up, felt as if he'd entered an alternate universe.  He realized that he had managed to step on the light's reflection.  Looking up, he saw his grandfather's car slowing down, they were presumably coming to find him.  He walked up to it, and got inside next to his elder sister and behind his grandfather, who was driving.  They turned around and drove the rest of the way to their house, where his parents were waiting for them.  His eyes shone a brilliant emerald for the first time in ages, the courage to confess swelling in his throat.  So he told his family what had been ailing him for the past year, and they loved him for the boy he was.  They dined like nothing had changed, and all went to bed merry.
  The next day, the newspaper reported the deaths of sixth relatives in two unrelated car accidents, both attributed to the heavy rainfall and slippery roads.  A couple entering New York State lost control of their car as it slid on the wet pavement, and crashed into a ditch.  An hour or so later, the woman's father lost control of his car in their neighborhood, and crashed into a lamp post.  The couple's youngest daughter was bent over to pick up a cat next to the lamp post, and the woman's mother and eldest daughter were also passengers in the car.  For reasons unknown, not even the cat survived the crash.  One of the cops who was sent to investigate the crash happened to be related to the family, and was reported to have said that his niece's eyes were emerald for once, as apposed to the dark grey they'd been for the past year.
  Every anniversary of that summer night, the sky turns a dull silver, it begins to downpour, and the whole town is greeted with the sensation of losing a family to the hands of the Grim Reaper, while simultaneously enjoying the birth of a new child.

Description
  Raindrops drizzled their way down the fresh summer nightfall, gently drowning a boy from the inside out.  'Rather symbolic,' he thought.  He had just gotten a call on his cellphone telling him to 'get back from the park, already'.  He muttered something about aging dried plums and uncaring female dogs, and dragged himself off of his perch.  Feeling light as air, he stumbled up the hill.  Water droplets covered his crimson eyeglasses, distorting the headlights of an oncoming car into the shape of an orb of burning gas viewed from light-years away.
  He meandered his way through the neighborhoods, underneath the dull silver sky, making his way across the shining pavement.  Green trees on either side of the road, and he realized that it wouldn't matter if he jumped off their swaying branches or picnicked beside their sturdy trunks, he wouldn't be better off either way.  He took a look at the houses planted between the trees and figured that it wouldn't be any different a comparison of whether he jumped off their roofs or lay comfortably in bed beneath them, it would not make a difference.  The same cold chill would grab hold of his heart, as it was doing then; starting behind his stomach, carrying numbness and self-absorption through his every limb.  /You're not being the real you./  'That's not true.'  /How would you know if you never tried./  It wasn't a question.  It was a demand, a taunt, even an answer.  But it was never a question.  ' I wouldn't.'  And with that last sentence, the feeling left him; the tingle down his spine showing its retreat.
  He wandered down a few more streets, pausing outside a house bursting with conversation.  He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the noise.  He could tell that they were teenagers, though, and it reminded him of the the conversations had by his cousins at family gatherings.  He couldn't stand the thought of losing that, from what he was planning on doing, and decided that if it had waited this long, it could wait a few more years.  The boy started walking towards his destination, and couldn't help but smirk when the thought that the golden-yellow glow of the streetlights perfectly characterized Thanksgiving with his family crossed his mind.  His heart sunk, emotion swelling in his chest, when he realized that his parents wouldn't be home for Thanksgiving this year, because they'd be on another business trip, much like the one they were on right now.  He couldn't help but hope that they'd be home by tomorrow, for they had called and said they'd be on their way back soon.
  He was closing in on the dead end street, when life soon reminded him how much of a game it really was; he was coming back to the castle without the princess, and would have to start all over again.  He only hoped that it would let him play again after putting down the controller.  He crossed the street towards another street lamp, playing another game from his childhood.  He kept walking towards the reflection of the light on the street, but it kept moving farther away from him with every step he took.  He could never seem to catch up with it, and figured it rather akin to how far away true happiness really was; under his nose, but nearly impossible to step on.  He glanced at the pole of the street lamp, to find his grandmother's cat.  He walked towards it, and when he bent down to pick it up, felt as if he'd entered an alternate universe.  He realized that he had managed to step on the light's reflection.  Looking up, he saw his grandfather's car slowing down, they were presumably coming to find him.  He walked up to it, and got inside next to his elder sister and behind his grandfather, who was driving.  They turned around and drove the rest of the way to their house, where his parents were waiting for them.  His eyes shone a brilliant emerald for the first time in ages, the courage to confess swelling in his throat.  So he told his family what had been ailing him for the past year, and they loved him for the boy he was.  They dined like nothing had changed, and all went to bed merry.
  The next day, the newspaper reported the deaths of sixth relatives in two unrelated car accidents, both attributed to the heavy rainfall and slippery roads.  A couple entering New York State lost control of their car as it slid on the wet pavement, and crashed into a ditch.  An hour or so later, the woman's father lost control of his car in their neighborhood, and crashed into a lamp post.  The couple's youngest daughter was bent over to pick up a cat next to the lamp post, and the woman's mother and eldest daughter were also passengers in the car.  For reasons unknown, not even the cat survived the crash.  One of the cops who was sent to investigate the crash happened to be related to the family, and was reported to have said that his niece's eyes were emerald for once, as apposed to the dark grey they'd been for the past year.
  Every anniversary of that summer night, the sky turns a dull silver, it begins to downpour, and the whole town is greeted with the sensation of losing a family to the hands of the Grim Reaper, while simultaneously enjoying the birth of a new child.