written with scorpius/rose in mind
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She was summer.
She was everything warm. She was green grass, stretching out over miles and miles of land. She was the foliage growing in gardens, everything blooming and bright. She was the pink tinge of your face after a day in the sun. She was the cool breeze, floating through every once in awhile. She was the relief in your body after eating a tasty popsicle on the hot day.
She was the sun, watching over you, constantly shining.
She was the long days, the parties, the feeling of freedom.
He was winter.
He was everything cold. He was the blanket of white snow, covering as far as the eye could see. He was the fireplace, huddled around to try and keep warm through the cold. He was the long nights, lasting hours and hours, bringing darkness throughout, making everything seem even colder. He was the moon, and the stars. He was the most seen, but also the least liked.
He was never the favorite, in the background, in the shadows.
She was winter and he was summer.
When they touched, they mixed, like nothing ever should. Everything that contradicted, the cold and the hot, the night and the day, became one for one fleeting moment, before it was broken.
Summer and winter never belonged together.