When she told him her favorite season was fall, it surprised him. Not her answer, no, but how similar the two were alike.

Her scent was warm and welcoming, inviting him to sleep and dream of vanilla. But a must of spice conflicted him and kept him awake.

He only knew of this because she refused to accept the meaning of personal space.

And how she wore rather horrendous sweaters that flowed of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. They were terribly too large, stretching down to the middle of her thighs, sleeves too long, and the collar line dropping off her shoulders. It made her small body appear even tinier, as if the sweater was attempting to swallow her.

Naturally he noticed because of her constant complaints about how large it was.

And how her red hair weaved in beautifully with the leaves around her, making her be one with the colorful season. How her emerald green eyes reminded us of the previous season before, and that in time it will return. Or how her splattered freckles warned of us how everything is actually dying, that winter will approach. She truly was Autumn herself.

But if you asked how Damian knew the last statement, he wouldn't be able to answer. He's not quite sure himself.

When Iris pressured him into answering what his favorite season was, he didn't hesitate. He calmly stated "Winter."

He enjoyed the cold. Summer was too humid, and Spring and Fall didn't really pay him much interest. The temperature kept him on his toes, sharpened his senses.

And though he'd never admit it, the holidays gave him a break. Everyone was simply in a better mood, and wasn't jumping at his throat. It was peaceful.

Fall. He found it ironic. Three years after knowing the girl, he seemed to be doing just that. Falling.

She was so...magnetic. It was the best word Damian could describe her. She seemed to be able to charm anyone with just a grace of a smile. How she was never boring, and could always think of something to say. Even if he thought it was the most moronic thing he ever heard. But honestly, he hated having such 'feelings' for her. In the eyes of someone as his mother, such feelings were pathetic.

Anyways, it wasn't like he was in her league. He didn't deserve her.

Just the thought of that brought on his wrath. That year, he channeled the bitterness of winter.

It was funny. Winter followed Fall. Always came after.

And that's what he did. He promised that no matter what, he'd be there for her, following her, protecting her. He did so for five years.

Perhaps that's why he was boiling when he saw her on the floor, uncontrollably sobbing.

"I really don't want to go to college, I can't, I want to stayhereandbehereforeveryone andIreallycan'tgoDamianIjustcan't-"

"Shut up! Once shut up and listen to me! You're going to be okay...You know I'm less than a minute away, you know that. Calm down woman."

Four years Winter and Fall worked in unity, harmonizing with their duties.

That year, was their first Thanksgiving together. Her, being heavily pregnant and a speedster, which caused her hunger pangs to be worsened. He didn't have much that year, due to her eating most of the dinner, but he didn't mind. Not one slightest bit. He was truly happy.

Fall showered everyone with new energy and love, while Winter brought peace.

He couldn't stop finding the similarities between the two. While beautiful, everything was slowly dying. Fall was cut short by her death, and Damian's rage lasted. He brought frostbites and death, for that's how he felt. Dead.

But when he looked at his son, he saw Spring. He saw hope. For a new life has begun, here to make everything beautiful once more.

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