Spring.
Summer.
Autumn.
Winter.
The four seasons. The beginning and ending. The start and stop. Shinichi pondered it for a long time.
At first it was perfect, nothing at all were to happen. Lifes were born, flowers were put into full complete bloom. Tension was at even and so was the tempature. Smiles were exchanged.
Spring.
The second season was a bit worse. Fights broke out, screaming, shouting. Nothing big, just small minor fights. The heat between people would make them start to drift just a little farther than before. The Tempature was higher then usual and made sweat trikle down your face.
Summer.
The third was a little better. No fights would break out, though there was one exception. Things would begin to drift away from eachother. They would glance at eachother occasionally, though only receiving a cold glare in return. The tension matched the tempature of the ever-changing season. Chilly.
Autumn.
The forth was the last. It potrayed the worst. It could end into a new beginning, or end into oblivian, with no beginning at all. The fights escalated. Regrets would slowly reveal themselves. Most people wouldn't admit their true feelings. At that point, misunderstanding became the biggest weakness. On the brighter side of things it'll produce a new beginning with both sides. On the dark side there's a chance that one or both of them will fall into deppression. On a brighter side they would both start over. Freezing cold and beginning to warm.
Winter.
That was it. These steps could almost predict the whole thiing. As a detective he wouldn't let that happen. It was his job to find the truth. He smiled at his conclusion that he knew to well, shaking his head. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner.
Nothing is what it seems, isn't that right?
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I shall update alot sooner next time, K? I got a plot bunnies.
Total words in Chapter: 333 (Hehehe triples......)