Winter was their favorite season. She found the snow very beautiful and elegant and he loved the light splash of pink on her face when she was outside for too long.
He loved how the ice matched her eyes. Her eyes, the beautiful orbs he would never again get to see. Never again will he get the opportunity to wipe away her tears when she cried.
He loved her smile and her laugh, but never again would he get to hear the sweet melodious sound of her voice, or feel her sweet tender lips against his.
He could never again hold her and inhale the intoxicating scent of vanilla. He could never again be with her and it was all his fault.
Winter was once a season he loved dearly, but now he hated it. Winter was like a frozen hell of regret. Everywhere he went he was reminded f her.
He despised how perfect the snow was, how the ice constantly reminded him of her eyes how everything seemed to be perfect even though winter took her away. Winter stole his angel, and killed her.
Looking down at her grave;the mossy stone stood out in the snow, it had a cross on top and engraved was her name; he couldn't bear looking at it. The snow fell meticulously around the grave making his heart wrench even more. He could feel his heart break into a million pieces.
He felt empty. Without her life seemed meaningless. He felt the regret of knowing that there was nothing he could've done, it made him feel useless. In the cold bitterness of winter, he felt something warm roll down his cheek.
It rolled off his cheek and onto the ground below. "Happy anniversary Babe" he said as he cried into the merciless winter day.
Author's note: this is just a quick one shot I wrote. it isn't the best and it's kinda depressing but I feel like it can pretty much go with any show or pairing.