Perpetual Winter Part I
Winter has never been his favorite season.
It's not that he feels the intensity of the cold because that's not the case. Their whole clan has this inexplicable tolerance to extreme weather such as this. It's like they have this built-in furnace inside that keeps them warm all the time.
His bestfriend, Naruto, has the same weird ass characteristic. But instead of a furnace burning with fire inside his body, it seems like there's a demon living inside him, making him unbelievably winter-proof that he doesn't even need winter coats to fight the cold.
As for him, he only need at least two layers of clothing to feel the right amount of warm in this chilly weather. He looked up at the sky, currently crying with snowflakes, and cursed it silently.
He continued walking towards his favorite café after purchasing poetry books down the bookstore across his apartment. His eyes are downcast and watch his sneakers leave footprints on the sidewalk as he moves with purpose. He wanted to get out of this snow and just read a goddamn book in peace with his coffee.
He really hates winter.
He stopped at the side of the road, noticing that the red man is still on. He buried his face under the thick white scarf around his neck, and his hands inside the pocket of his black trench coat. He exhaled and watched his breath evaporates as he wished that it was spring instead of this fucking winter.
Spring has always been his favorite season.
He has always been a minimalist. A black-and-white person, literally and figuratively. But contrary to popular belief that he only likes neutral colors, he actually loves vivid ones. That's why he loathes winter so much because it's just drained of hues. He likes it vibrant and alive. His eyes swept his surroundings.
The red of the stoplight at the other side of the road. The yellow of the boots worn by the little boy walking with his mother. The lime green of the phone case used by this tall man in front of the group of people waiting for the green to turn on at the other side. The pink hair of the petite girl behind him. The blue of t-
Wait.
Pink.
Pink hair.
His eyes went back to the source of that rose color that halted his breathing and his heartbeat. His eyes has always been his best asset, because it never misses.
Especially her. He still believes that even in a sea of people, he would always see her. Even without that ridiculous pink mane of hers, she will always stand out among the ordinary people of this earth.
It was like slow motion — the movement of her lips as she sings along to a song playing through her plugged earphones in which he's pretty sure is a Bon Iver song ("It's emo and perfect for winter! And besides, Bon Iver is literally 'good winter' in English. They're supposed to be played during cold weather so you could mope and cry!");a tendril of her pink hair caught in that mouth when the wind blew, her gloved fingers trying to brush it off; the arch of her scarf-covered neck as she looked up at the sky and offered a tiny glare; and the flutter of her eyelids as she faced the road and the spark of recognition in those emerald eyes of hers as their gazes met.
He could almost hear her right then and there, 15 meters between them with a throng of pedestrians just waiting to get to the other side just like the two of them, as she opens her mouth in a gasp of surprise.
Sasuke-kun, she'll say.
But to his dismay and relief, she didn't. Instead, she gave him a radiant smile. A smile that made this snow covered world a bit brighter and better and warmer.
He could barely breathe. He knew he wanted the spring, the colors and the hope it brings to anyone who experience it. He wanted some full living color in this monochromatic life of his and now that he got this, her of all things, he couldn't even swallow his own spit.
The green man came on, and the current of people pushed him forward to her, and her to him. And as they move to meet one another in a city where they both fell in and out of love with each other, he was taken back to the time where winter was just a mere season, Bon Iver was playing on their shared earphones, and Sakura was his.
8 years ago
"What's your favorite song?"
They're cuddled together in bed, naked, her head on his shoulder with his arm around her and hers tracing his abs, his other arm folded under his head. It's freezing cold because of the early winter but their naked bodies offer enough heat to each other.
He opened his sleepy eyes and turned to his girlfriend, and saw her looking up at him with those green doe eyes, "Hn?"
"I just realized, Sasuke-kun," she continued, still looking up at him. "We've been dating for like almost a year now and I still don't know your favorite song. I rarely see you listen to music. You're always with your books and poetry."
"No, I'm not," he retorted. Is it bad that he likes to read?
"Uhm, yes you are," she said back. "Either those or your coffee or any school related shit. I don't even see you with other people aside from Naruto, of course, and your family."
"And Colonel Mustard," he answered.
"He's a cat," she answered deadpan.
He sighed. He moved the arm under his head and used its hand to hold her cheek, "You forgot yourself." His arm around her tightened to pull her even closer. He whispered to her, "I'm always with you."
Sasuke saw her blush and felt her hand on his abs slap his skin. He winced a little. Seriously, her hand could either make him gasp in pleasure or in pain.
"I know that already so stop distracting me!", she scolded him. "I wanna know your favorite song. I know your favorite movie, favorite author, favorite dish, favorite ice cream flavor even though you always say you hate ice cream, favorite jeans to wear just to make me think about grabbing your beautiful ass every time I see you in it. I even know your favorite sex position even if you haven't told me, for God's sake!"
He almost choked on that last one. She had always have no filter with her mouth and that may be her biggest flaw, but that's also her strength and charm. She's so vulgar and frank and just straight-up business when it's about to go down. And right now, it is going down with her.
"If you don't say it right now I'm not gonna give you head for two weeks," she warned. He would've been worried that he wouldn't get a blowjob for two long weeks if he can't get a different kind of pleasure just by seeing her come and unravel before his eyes whenever they make love.
'As if that's the only satisfaction I get from you', he thought with a small smirk.
He ran his hand on her side back and forth, squeezing her hip when it landed there, "I don't have any favorite song."
"Bullshit. Everyone has their favorite song. Why won't you tell me?", she whines. In retaliation, she also uses her hand to caress his chest and abdomen. He shivers.
"Because I don't have one," he calmly answered, his hand still running over her. They're both using the power of their touch to distract and to persuade. He likes this game, he decided.
"Yes, you do. You just don't want to say it to me."
"No."
"Why won't you?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Is it embarassing?"
"What?"
They didn't notice that they moved now. She's now on top of him, her pink hair cascading down on him like a curtain that hides them from the world, her arms caging his head as she looks down on him with determination. His hands are now both on her thighs while she straddles him, going back and forth as he feels himself get hard and heat up.
"Is it by some artist with problematic tendencies?"
He rolled his eyes, "No. I just don't have one."
"Is it a cheesy romantic ballad?"
"Sakura.."
"Is it by Skrillex? I swear to God I'll strangle you."
"Sakura.."
"Or is it from broadway? Don't worry, I know you like theater and plays and I do, too! I love Mu-"
Out of slight irritation for too much talking and the sight of her naked breast on his face, he pulled her down and kissed the hell out of her. He heard her whimper for a second, followed by her moans as soon as his tongue found its way in her mouth. He groaned in response, she goes crazy when she hears it.
Unfortunately, it's not enough to shut her up.
She broke the kiss and with a slight pant, "C'mon Sasuke-kun."
He flopped his arms wide open on the mattress, and looked heavenwards before turning on her. "I could say the same to you. I don't know your favorite song too."
That made her halt in her movements, which is crawling backwards to sit on his crotch. She sat on his abdomen instead, "Really?"
It's a given that she will question him regarding this since she tells him absolutely almost everything. From her latest discovered band to a recent discovery in medicine by a genius dude whose name he doesn't even remember, she shares it with him. Favorite anime character, favorite memory with him, favorite pair of underwear — he knows it all because she's that open to him about things she love.
But his sharp memory tells him that she forgot to include her favorite song. It's hard for Sasuke to remember things that doesn't have any business with him, especially things he doesn't care about. But since Sakura is his only business and definitely the woman he most care about next to his mother, anything that tumbles out of her mouth will automatically find its way to the storage in his brain and his heart and it'll be there for him to remember forever, no matter how mundane it is such as a favorite scented candle or favorite episode of How I Met Your Mother.
He sighed while staring at her fondly, "Really." She just stared back, her head tilting slightly like a puppy as she process this new information. She looked absolutely adorable in his eyes and he felt his lips turn into a soft smile.
'Too cute', he thought. If she's not naked on top of him right now, he might've told her outloud.
Before he could even reach out to caress her stomach, she got up from her position on his abdomen and hopped out of bed. He leans on his elbow to watch her rummage through her bag, as nonchalant as a new born baby can be in just her skin and nothing else, and he continued to watch in awe and fascination.
"Yosh!", she exclaimed after a few moments. She turned around and flopped down on the bed on her stomach, with her hands holding her ipod. She plugged in her earphones on the device and looked at him dead in the eye, "I love this dude named Justin Vernon."
He was still leaning on his elbows when he suddenly sat up straight, "What the fu- who the fuck is h- I swear to God Sak-" and continued to sputter shit.
"Shut your hole and let me speak you dumb baby," she covered his mouth shut. "Do you think I'm capable of loving someone other than you?"
Sasuke immediately didn't know what to say at that and even felt his stomach flutter a bit. He blinked once, twice, while looking at her. He was gonna lean closer to her when she added, "Though this dude could be a close second."
His reins are up again and this time, Sakura just laughed at him. 'The audacity!' he thought internally.
She removed her hand on his mouth and continued, "He's a dude that once holed up in his father's hunting cabin in the mountains after a break-up and wrote the best album of all time."
After that, he found himself sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed, watching and listening to the love of his life talk about her love for this sad and broken man who made her favorite album. And for the first time, he didn't feel jealous that she's talking about some other guy and how she loves him so. He actually felt sorry for him, and yes, a bit impressed too. Making a classic album after a break-up? That's neat.
He doesn't know the pain to be dealt with when you've broken up with someone because Sakura was his first girlfriend. And honestly, he doesn't, couldn't, even think about being apart from her. Just the thought of them breaking up already makes him panic a little. He always thought to himself, 'I will never let that happen.'
His position against the head of the bed gives him perfect view of her lying on her stomach, still animatedly talking about the girl, popularly known as Emma, who broke this Justin's heart and inspired him to write a whole record.
Then she played a whole album for him, from start to finish. A roller coaster of emotions passed through him. He never knew music could transport you into another realm like this. At one time they stopped using the earphone splitter as they both listen to the whole album in separate earphones. They shared one pair of earphones and she finally played her favorite song which was also the last track on the record, "This is my favorite song of all time. It's called Re:Stacks."
Strums of guitar started to pour through and then he heard the song she loves very much. He heard a song of a broken man. His words penetrates through Sasuke and he found himself closing his eyes to absorb it all — the pain, the longing, and the acceptance in the end.
He didn't notice that the song already ended until he felt Sakura gently straddle his lap which made him open his eyes. He saw her looking at him, with a soft smile grazing her pink lips. "Hi," she whispered sweetly.
He continued staring at her while removing the earbud from his ear. He sighed deeply and murmured back, "Hi."
"What do you think? You seemed to like it," she whispered again, still smiling at him, her hand reaching out to push his bangs back away from his face.
He nods, "It's beautiful." The intimacy of the moment made them want to whisper to each other, as if there's an audience watching and listening. He caressed her thighs straddling his hips, "He seemed to be in so much pain and disbelief, but there's a feeling of acceptance and letting go in the end. Sad but beautiful."
She smiled brightly at him, making him tighten his hands on her thighs. She's beautiful and she makes his heart ache so goddamn good. "I'm glad you liked it," Sakura said. Her eyes suddenly trained downcast and her fingers fumble with the chain on his neck.
He frowned for a moment, not knowing what caused the sudden change on her demeanor. She's such an open book and add that with the years of being friends and lovers, he could instantly tell what she's feeling with just one glance.
He lifted her face by using his hand, the other tugging her closer so he could prop his knees up, "What is it?"
Sakura looked at him quietly, her green eyes slowly sweeping the features on his face. She traced it with her fingers and when she reached his mouth, Sasuke gently puckered his lips to kiss them. It made her smile.
"I know it's a sad song," she started. "Hell, the whole album is a sad one. Justin wrote it about 'Emma' and he was heartbroken and in despair for so long. Emma broke his heart — shattered it even."
She licked her lips and subtly shakes her head. Then she continued talking, now looking at his lips, "And I know we're happy and I'm hopelessly in love with you and I know you love me too, but.."
Green eyes met his black ones, "I want you to know that you're my Emma. You always will be."
Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. She said it so achingly vulnerable and soft and heartfelt that he felt it in his bones, rattling everything he believes in. She could tell him the world is square and he will believe her if she talks and looks at him like that.
She continued to babble, words tumbling out of her mouth trying to convey her feelings. He listens.
"And if I could write songs — damn if I could write a whole album — it would be about you. About us. About you and your stoic perfect face that makes me frustrated and flustered at once. The way you push your hair back, your eyes, your hands — everything about you. I will get holed up in a cave or in my own room and pour my heart in every song like Justin did and make you an album, but I couldn't do that and I could only say these things to your face like this and I hope it's enough. I hope it's enough for you to never leave me, I hope that I'm good enough for you. And just like Emma, you will always have a piece of my heart when and if, God forbid, we ever broke up. I wi-"
He couldn't take it anymore. His heart was about to burst out from his chest and her words are starting to get ridiculous because who would dare leave her? How could he ever leave her, let alone think about leaving her? If it ever comes to worst, which he will fight so hard not to happen, he won't be the one to leave. Sakura might just realize how much he lacks and how unworthy he is, and that's when she leaves. But right now, she's here. And she's kissing him. And she loves him.
And so he did what he does best.
He grabbed her face and slammed his mouth against hers. Sasuke heard her whimper and he kissed her harder. 'Mine. Mine. Mine,' he selfishly said in his head.
Her arms wound around his neck as he cradles her face closer to his, pouring his feelings through their passionate kiss. He felt something wet on his face and realized that Sakura was crying.
She has always been emotional and Sasuke knows she feels intense emotions at the moment that's why she's shedding tears. It made him break their liplock and kissed away her tears on her cheeks to her eyes. He felt her smile against his face and he kissed her again, softly this time. When he broke the kiss for the second time, he stared intently at her, "I love you."
Sasuke shook her head a little to let her know he's serious, "Sakura, I love you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're mine just as I am yours, and I love you so much."
Sasuke will always be reserved when it comes to his emotions and hearing these words of love, affection and reassurance made Sakura cry a little harder. She hugged him, her arms tightening around his shoulders and her face buried against his neck. He kissed her hair, his own arms caging her to him.
They continued being like that — with the pursuit of knowing Sasuke's favorite song forgotten, with Sasuke's words earlier still reverberating around the room, and his unsaid ones echoing inside his heart, body and soul:
'You're my Emma too, Sakura.'
They met at the center of the road. From up above, you'll see two opposite colors at the middle of the lane with a stream of people continuously going back and forth around them like a stream — her pink strands and his black mane. There they stood, onyx orbs meeting jade ones.
Sasuke looks at her — just that. Words have left him once his eyes reached her figure from across the road. It's all he can do right now; just look at her and contemplate whether this is fate or a mere coincidence, a blessing or a curse. Maybe God heard his prayers and now spitting on him.
He opened his mouth to taste her name from his lips, unmentioned for the past 6 years. His friends have been very careful around him after their breakup. No one mentioned her name. During spring, the term cherry blossom is always used instead.
He wants to know now if the familiar sweep of his tongue when he calls her still gives him a sense of belongingness and home, because only God knows how much he's never been home all these years. He will do just that when she removed her earbuds and beat him to it.
"Sasuke."
He might've shivered a little. Not from the cold, not even from the cadence of her voice or the familiarity of her eyes. It's from the little ache in his heart, because it has been such a long time.
He also noticed how she called him without that suffix. Sasuke felt it sting a bit. He swallowed hard before greeting her back by saying, "Sakura."
She smiled, "Hi."
Her smile still brought a tiny smirk from him, earning him another smile from her. She always knew how to push his right buttons. "Hi," he murmured back.
She looked around then, her eyes darting throughout their surroundings, "As much as I want to stand here and try to look like we're shooting a music video in the middle of the road, we can't."
She laughed at that and surprising him, grabbed his arm and led him towards the direction he was going. She pulled him so that they could walk side by side and asked him, "You're going to buy coffee and read, right?"
Surprise must've been written all over his face for she laughed a little and nodded her head towards the paper bag of books he's holding. He looked down on it as she continued to say teasingly, "You always need coffee when you read. You still haven't changed, Sasuke! Let me guess.. Bukowski?"
He's never been so glad to have his scarf around his neck until now because he knows that his nape just turned red, as is his ears which Sakura noticed. She laughed again and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Shut up."
They continued to walk until they reached his favorite café. He opened the door for her and she halts in her steps and looked at him with an amazed expression, "Whoa there. You've never opened the door for me before. This is new. Thanks." She proceeded to enter and left him there, still holding the door open, thinking about what she said.
'Really?' he thought to himself.
Sasuke followed her inside where he's sure she will pick a spot near the glass windows so she could see the people outside. She always liked to observe people when they're mostly in their most unpretentious, which is simply walking down the street.
But she surprised him again by choosing seats against the wall opposite the glass windows. Above their seats on the wall is a black and white picture of a couple sitting on a bench with shared earplugs and holding hands.
'How apt,' he commented on his head. Then he heard it from Sakura herself, "Hey, don't they remind you of us before? Ah, nostalgic."
She removed her white trench coat and now sitting, sporting a military green turtleneck sweater and denim jeans with black knee high boots. He admits she looked good, extremely good, and he pushes his thoughts away. He berates himself inwardly, 'Now is not the time moron.'
He nodded his head in answer as he removed his coat and scarf, leaving him with a dark blue sweater. He placed his paper bag of books under the table and said, "I'll order now."
Sasuke knows her usual — coffee with one pack of sugar and three packs of cream — so he didn't bother asking her. That's why when he was gonna go to the counter, Sakura interrupted him with, "I quit coffee a long time ago, Sasuke."
That made him stop on his tracks and face her again. She smiled a little, "I'll have black tea. Oh, and a strawberry muffin. Thanks."
He blinked for a while, then nodded his head in understanding. He went to the counter and ordered for them. As he waited, he watched her from the corner of his eye. His eyes took her in for the nth time since laying his eyes on her again after six goddamn years.
Many things about her took him by suprise — her preference for a spot inside the café and her liking to black tea, her pink hair now in a messy bun at the top of her head revealing her forehead (she's insecure about her forehead before that's why she always wear her hair down with bangs covering it), and her being a bit more reserved, unlike before where she's always on her feet most of the time because she's full of energy and enthusiasm. She looks sophisticated now, with her dark red lipstick on her lips. She was never the dark color type of girl, but now she looks fierce and classy even with just a lipstick on and nothing else on her face.
But there are still things that didn't change. She's still short; a bit taller than she was back then but still way shorter than him. She reaches his chin before but now, she's able to barely reach his nose. But then, he became taller since then so maybe she never grew at all. She still loves taking pictures of everything whether it's a cute dog that passes by her, a pretty graffiti she spots when they're in the car, or her shoes for the day. Right now, it's the neon signs of the café, with her fingers posing to make a finger heart for her to capture. Fucking adorable, he thought.
Above all, she's still bubbly. After all the shit that happened, he's extremely glad she never lost her bubbly personality. He remembered the last time they saw each other, how broken she looked that day when they broke up, how much self-control it took for him not to reach out and take back all that he said. He was afraid he took out the best parts of her. But seeing her now made him release a thorn on his pierced heart, relieving him some of the ache that still lingers.
A tap on his shoulder woke him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw their literature professor in college, Kakashi Hatake.
"Mr. Uchiha, what a pleasant surprise," the gray haired man exclaimed, his ever present mask still covering half of his face. They never knew what he looked like.
"Sir," Sasuke replied. This earned a chuckle from Kakashi. He heard him say, "Still stiff as a board, I see."
He snorted, "Still nosy."
Kakashi laughed, "Been a while since I saw you here. I heard you moved out of Japan for good? Since what? 5 years ago?"
"Six, actually. I got back last year. Gotta take care of family business since.." Sasuke trailed off.
Kakashi's eyes seemed to soften at that, and undeniably filled with pity. He nodded somberly, "Yeah.. Your brother would have been proud of you."
His throat constricted at that statement. A pair of black eyes as dark as his looking at him — fondly, teasingly, lovingly — made its way to his mind.
Itachi.
Everyone in Tokyo, probably in all of Japan, knew the death of Itachi Uchiha 7 years ago. Just a simple visit at the grocery, a luxury he didn't have in his leisure since he's the heir of the biggest manufacturing company in Asia, and all of a sudden found dead inside because he chose to protect the mother and child from being shot by a robber.
Everyone tells Sasuke he's a noble man; people he didn't even know showed up on his wake and said their condolences, and he said choked-up thanks, and he held onto Sakura's hand tightly because nothing seemed to anchor him to reality anymore. Sasuke watched as his mother cried until she passed out, his father stare into space as he held his wife, and his own self drown in anger and misery.
How dare Itachi leave him alone? How dare Itachi sacrifice himself and die? How dare Itachi pass his responsibilities onto his shoulders, uncontrollably shaking so hard because of the wrecking sobs he let out once in the comfort of his dead brother's room?
Sasuke averted his eyes for he knows Kakashi is as sharp as any investigator and he might see through him. He just nodded in response.
The other man noticed the change in Sasuke so he changed the topic, "So are you still with my favorite student?"
That made Sasuke look back at Kakashi and stammered a little, "I- I- uhh.."
Kakashi's sharp eyes roamed around the café and obviously lit up when it landed on pink. He looked back at Sasuke slyly, "I see."
Sasuke opened his mouth to tell him that he's wrong but unfortunately, his order was already called. Kakashi just patted his shoulder again and saluted at him, taking lazy strides as he walked out of the café, his iconic copy of the first volume of Icha-Icha peaking through the pocket of his sling bag. Sasuke shook his head.
Lifting his and Sakura's orders back to their table, Sasuke composed himself as he makes his way to her. They might not be the same as before, but he knows Sakura can see immediately through him if there are thoughts running through his head.
He saw Sakura leaning against the table; her left arm folded across her chest on the table and her right folded at the elbow as she grips her phone. She finally took off her gloves, the said item tossed in her bag. When he placed down the tray, she took her eyes off the phone and gave him a small smile. As he sat down he heard, "Thanks." He just nodded as a reply. What can he say anyway?
"Was that Kakashi sensei back there earlier?", she asked. "I think I saw his anti-gravity hair but didn't see his mask coz you were blocking it." She laughed a bit as she sips her tea.
Anti-gravity hair, he chuckled inwardly. He fought a laugh as well, "Aa. He just annoyed me."
She giggled, "That old man, still nosy as hell huh? For a guy, he's so nosy that it's borderline intrusive! But why didn't he come over and talk to me? We haven't seen each other for so long! Wow, so much for being his favorite pupil."
He sipped his hot coffee as he looked at her, "He likes his porn better than you."
She almost choked with her muffin. "True, but at least I know what he looks like underneath," she smugly commented while smothering a chuckle.
Sasuke's eyes widened, silently asking her to confirm if what he heard was right. She laughed a bit and teasingly said, "Don't worry. You're still much better looking. Though he's a really close second, I'm telling you." Then she laughed again, making him smile genuinely.
Sasuke's heart squeezed a little. It was just like old times when they were teens, with their gazes lingering a bit too long to consider as a friendly look. They did this a lot when they were in high school having study breaks in the coffee shop near their school. Their undying affectionate banter filling up their space. Even when surrounded by friends, they always seem to have their own little world where only the two of them exist.
They were each other's first love. And right at this moment, 6 years past the best and worst times of his life, Sasuke's heart lit up with unexplicable spark. One more smile from her and he will lit up like forest fire.
A shrill of a phone ringing caught his attention.
A radiant grin from her caught his breath..
and a glimmer of something shiny on her left hand stopped it altogether.
It all happened in slow motion — the way her eyes shift from him to the black device on the table, the way her teeth was slowly revealed as she smiled brightly after seeing the name of the caller, the way her left hand's ring finger containing the offending platinum band with a diamond hurt his eyes as she accepts the call.
Then he heard her sweetly say, "Neji-kun."
And the forest fire of hope inside him dissipates with the heavy rain of his despair falling down on him.
-fin-
A/N: Hi! Welcome to another short series! If you follow me on tumblr thefangirlslair, you might've read this already. I originally planned this as a one-shot, or maybe a two-shot, but then ideas just rolling in my brain and shook my 4 brain cells so I decided to make this like my Finally Home series - 3 interrelated one-shots and a special chapter. I still don't think I could write a huge fic with lots of chapters coz I can barely cope up with writing these. Lol. As much as I want to write and finish all my ideas in one sitting, sometimes life can be such a bitch and interrupt my artistic flow. So I really hope you stay with me throughout this fic because I am excited about this one. I am proud of it too, so I hope you like it. Please leave a review! Any suggestions or comments will be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much! See you on the remaining parts!
(PS. I am working on the special chapter that is a flashback of how and why they broke up. It is so angsty in my head, so I'm praying I could give it justice on the final version. Aja!)
(PPS. Oh and also, please look forward to a lot of songs on these. All my favorite sad and angsty songs would be included throughout the whole series. See ya! Xo)