A/N: -still dead-
Descent
064. Fall
Michiru was the colors of autumn, Jin thought. His hair had all the shades of fallen leaves and foliage (red and brown and orange and occasionally yellow), and his eyes reflected a stunning day and night sky. But the beauty of autumn, he knew, was not in its external splendor. The beauty of autumn was in its fall, the sad demise of spring blooming into summer, the contrary magnificence of seasons dying, fading, only to be replenished yet again.
(and like autumn's fall, he was falling too, down to the earth)
Jin had reached out and caught a leaf in its slow descent, but sooner or later he would have to let it go to its true destination.