Unfocused eyes, blank with no expression. Restless nights and hectic days. Anxiety filled murmurs and expressions, quieted with a mothers shoosh and a comforting embrace. Days plagued with spasms and the memories of a bitter sweet pitter-patter. The number 5000 was only known in his mind, and was getting closer everyday. 

They sat there together, silently speaking their feelings, Under the Autumn leaves.