This story was written in the spring, although the hopes were in the autumn. Yes, it was spring, April. In November, I met a charming girl - she completely fit my ideal girl - and immediately fell in love with her, not even thirty seconds later. But this love was not destined to turn into true love. Because of this, I suffered very much, my heart was torn into small particles from the mere thought that she was not mine, that someone else was kissing her, not me... But at the same time, I had never been as happy as during that period , It was this love that pushed me to write this story “Autumn Hope”...