characters: sasuke uchiha
genre: romance
rating: g

Seasons

In terms of seasons, it was not winter that Sasuke loathed.

He could deal with chapped lips, foggy breaths, and shivering bones.

It wasn't summer either.

He could deal with sweat-stained clothes clinging to his skin as beads of perspiration trickled down his temples.

Nor was it fall where the leaves crunched at his feet and the trees laid bare unblocking him from sunlight.

No, what he loathed was spring. The blooming cherry blossoms and the smell of fresh grass. The feeling of longing and warmth and lightness and her her her.

It was when he had to be reminded of the woman he loved at every turn, every step, and yet have her be so far away.

Spring was cruel and he loathed it.