Snow flakes fall from the sky, melting on my cheeks and sticking to my eyelashes to create a white haze at the top of my vision.
Winter was so many things. It was beautiful yet bitter, and merciless yet held so much happiness.
I think I was like winter too. One moment I was cool and collected, and the next I could suddenly swirl in fury. Yet I was almost always cold. I could gently cool you off, or freeze you to death. I could be the peacekeeper, or I could hold you back from going somewhere or doing something. I could be the first thing on your mind or the last thing. You could hate me or love me.
But winter never had any friends. It was also alone, separated except for the brief times the seasons changed, meshing. But it never saw summer, it's opposite. It envied summer. I was winter, and he was my summer.
His dirt brown hair ruffled wildly, on his cheeks bright red triangles tipped upside down that crinkled when he smiled or laughed, even his family's use of dogs in ninjutsu all screamed summer. He was hot headed, but could just be warm when he wanted.
Everyone loved summer, the warmth and sunshine. Everyone hated winter.
Next to him, fall and spring.
Spring was shy and modest, beautiful in every way. It was usually steady and quiet, the constant that everyone looked forward to. It brought forth new life and new beginnings, even if some people did often get allergies. It held grace and beauty that beat every other season, even if it never knew. Everyone was drawn to spring, even if they didn't know it. Spring was often bright, but even though spring here was dressed darkly, she was probably the brightest of us all once you got to know her.
The third was autumn, or fall. Autumn might have been cold like winter, but it wasn't as reserved. It could still be warm, and it swirled with color. It was level-headed and calm. It was when students restarted school, therefore representing intelligence. He was defiantly smart, calm and reserved. He was the perfect autumn.
Spring and autumn were the peacekeepers, the boundary that keep winter and summer from suddenly lashing out at each other.
Brown hair ruffled lightly as he turned his almost slit like black eyes on me. He gestured to me to join them, and I had to look over the back of the bench on which I was sitting to check that he was really gesturing to me. He called my name, and I was sure then.
Hesitantly, I left my bench and started to walk with them. He teased me lightly about why I was always sitting alone.
He kept teasing me slightly as I walked, spring getting nervous about it, upset about him maybe insulting me. After a little bit of trying, I was starting to respond. Slowly, I was joining in the conversation more and more.
I realized as the sun peaked out from the clouds, that winter could touch summer at times like this. Winter could be warm. The sun from summer would shine on the snow, winter touching summer. Everyone liked winter when it was like this, warm and sunny. It was times like this when the snow was still on the ground and it was still winter, but you could just spread out your jacket and sit on it, and it was just like spring or summer. Winter was still there, but subtly. You almost forgot it was winter at all.
Maybe, just maybe, winter wasn't so alone after all.
I wasn't so alone.
(Note: Spring=Hinata, Autumn/Fall=Shino, Summer=Kiba, Winter=Nameless Oc/Main character.)
