A/N: Inspired by a certain page during the journey back to Banten, and by the total lack of pretty leaf colors in Florida.
004: AUTUMN
Leaves littered the steps. Yoite could hear Miharu's shows crunching through the dead things up ahead. Yoite's own feet had stilled somewhere during the climb.
Usually, he liked it when the weather went cold. People stopped giving his coat and gloves strange looks when autumn came around, and by the time winter settled in, most people had joined him in wearing layers.
Now though, the cold air bit at his chest, squeezing his worn lungs and making him double over and clutch his knees as he tried to breathe.
"Yoite...?"
He lifted his head. Miharu stared down at him, eyes the only green thing for miles around.
"Are you okay?"
Yoite knew the answer to that, but he wasn't going to say it.
"Can you keep going?"
He nodded. The wind started to pick up. Miharu reached out and Yoite grabbed his hand and let Miharu pull him up the rest of the steps as all the red, gold, and brown blew around him.