Leah was born in October (on Halloween, actually). It suited her, really. She was beautiful as the orange leaves that fell around her, sweet as the candy she ate.
But that was years ago, when words like "innocence" and "love" held significance; in an era where commitment existed outside of the boundaries of magic.
Now she is the winter: cold, cruel, and uninviting. Nothing like the girl he fell in love with.
Sam patiently waits for the day the snow and ice will thaw and give way to warmth once more.
He's not holding his breath, though.
Just in case.