Prompt: Include the line, "I hate fall, but I love autumn."
Still don't really have the brain power to edit. XD
I hate fall. But I love autumn.
All fall is, is death. The month of death right before the harsh winter. I've had too much death.
Autumn though—autumn I can bear. I love autumn. Autumn brings back memories with Helm. We used to run through the colorful forests, drink hot tea, and shove leaves down each other's backs to make us itch.
Fall isn't autumn. Fall is the time right before the first heavy snow, when the trees are bare and groaning under the frigid wind. It's when my baby died. I hate fall.
Weezie loves autumn too. She makes hot chocolate or tea every morning while she sits and watches the vibrant leaves blowing off the trees in the gusty wind. She always calls it autumn, too. We've never talked about it, but I wonder if she hates fall too.
It's nearly fall right now…I'll need to close the curtains in the sitting room. I can't watch it. If only fall was nonexistent.