So people, here I am again, and with the weirdest thing I ever wrote, I must say :D It is really frugal, so I'm very angry at myself this time.. I feel that this could have turned into my master piece (I know I'm not very modest :P, but anyways) if I'd written more... I had time to do it, I was just too lazy -.- I feel that I haven't shown enough of my feelings and thoughts on this one, just puzzled a few words together.. Like this is just the freaking layout -.- Sorry, you guys, I'll try to really do something, not as half-assed :P

But still, I hope you guys will like it, maybe a little? Just a little? :)

And review, please? :)

These two are a must-listen-to-while-reading-this. It'll make you understand the story better, music always makes you understand better :) They're only instrumental, but they're beautiful:

'The Fire' by Imogen Heap

'Ma Vlast Vltava' by Bedrich Smetana - this one is actually about a river, Vltava, so it matches perfectly. And it's a masterpiece 3

And If you're interested, I have a few other songs I've listened to while writing this.. Even though these three don't have the matching lyrics at all, listen to them anyways, the music gave me inspiration; 'Just for now' , 'First train home' and 'Let go', by Imogen Heap.

That's it, sorry for the lost note, I just wanted to tell you everything before I forget.. Enjoy :)

Summer

The sun shines above his head, as he feels his clear, odourless form flow trough the forest.

The tranquility is nice, but it is sorrowful for Allen, and he feels he'd cry if he could.

People walk past him, animals drink from him, and for a moment he feels as if he's needed, but the loneliness is consuming, and he feels his existence is unvivid and meaningless.

He goes on.

Autumn

He goes on, as green leafs slowly turn crimson red, brown, yellow, orange, so many colours. They fall and leave their nest.

Allen feels jealous, he wants to leave his hideout, he want to turn red, and blue, and green, and every other colour and taste. He wants to change, to be noticed, to get a body, and to live.

It seems nobody hears his thought, only his low ripple.

He goes on.

Winter

Snow falls everywhere around the small river, as it goes by, hurriedly, yet slowly. And coldly.

Allen feels his bodiless form being covered with tiny little snowflakes, and turn blurry and icy. As he flows on, he feels himself freeze, and he wonders when he'll be able to go on again.

He feels lonely, and bored, and colourless.

Spring

Allen thinks about disappearing again, flowing by blooming flowers and green scenery.

Then something stops him, something changes him.

He feels his being descent. He wonders, and then hears a voice he could only describe with a colour, blue, say:

"I remember you, you came through me before."

He feels excitement flow trough him, as he feels something change.

You're a waterfall, he thinks, and then he remembers.

We've met before, and you changed me, he thinks happily, Kanda.

"Yes, and you're the one keeping me alive. Without you, I would seize to exist." The waterfall says, and Allen feels joyful, like never before, he feels needed, and the words seem to warm his cold form. He wants to say many thank you's, but he feels his waters pull him forward, he doesn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

But the waterfall seems to hear his thought, see his non-existing face, feel his gratefulness and joy, and he says just one thing. Allen barely understands, he cannot hear above Kanda's noise, but Kanda says it only once, and then turns.

"See you again" he thinks he heard, Allen is not sure, but he doesn't mind so much, I'll find out next spring, he thinks.

Allen feels like flowing on again, and suddenly, the solitude isn't lonely anymore, and the silence isn't suffocating anymore. He smiles.

And it doesn't matter that no one saw it.