SEASONS: Chapter 8
SEASONS: Chapter 8 seasons stories

potterheadhanna defined by good, strengthened by bad
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Spring is dead. But what was Winter really feeling?

SEASONS: Chapter 8

*Winter's POV*

I fall to my knees beside Spring's limp body. Her eyes were closed and her face soft, yet pale.

Her lovely pink, rosey cheeks were now pale as can be. All life drained from her body.

I cup her chin in my hands as tears fall from my eyes. They land on her face and in the back of my mind I wish they were magical, so that they could bring her back to life. I wish she would come back to me.

I don't want to live without her. I can't. She is my lifeline. The only reason I have survived this long in this place.

But now she is gone. Now I don't have her. Now I have lost a part of me.

I was here without anyone for almost a year. Until Bonnie brought Spring here. And I knew right away that I was in love with her. The way her eyes lit up when she saw the food on the table, the way her mouth curled up at the smallest things, and mostly the way her personality made it easier to live here.

She was always listening to funny, feel-good music and was always trying her best to be happy, even in the worst of situations.

When she first came to the cellar, I remember she had bruises all over her arms and face and a tear was falling from her face.

But she straightened her back, wiped her tear away, and smiled a weak, but sincere smile at me.

I knew right at that moment, as Bonnie shut the door behind her, that I loved her. I knew she was going to make life worth living.

And she did, but now she's gone.

I stood up and brushed the tears off of my face and looked up, to notice that I was the only one in the room.

Summer and Autumn must have walked out of the room to give me some alone time to grieve over Spring.

I look down at the red comforter that is wrapped around Spring. I stare at the red sheet for a long time, scared to look under it, unsure of what horrors I may see.

But I'm curious. And I need to know. I am 99.9% sure that Bonnie would not kill Spring. She had only killed two of her girls before, but that was because they had gotten out of hand and tried to run, but that is a story for another day.

But if Bonnie didn't kill her, and we didn't kill her, since we were making a puzzle and Summer was in the shower, then who could it be?

I lift up the red sheet, pulling it off of Spring's dead body. She is wearing a white tank top and plaid pajama pants. She always wore these pants. They were her favorite.

I bent down to smell the love of my life just once more. I put my hand in her soft brown hair and sniffed it. It smelled like flowers and strawberries. How I wish I could kiss her. How I wish I could tell her that I love her. How I wish....

But I can't. She's gone. Tears start to roll out of my eyes yet again. But I wiped them away, put on a brave face, and smiled, afraid, but hopeful at Spring.

I bent down and gave her a long, soft kiss on her cheek. I straighten out her clothes, as they were wrinkling around her body, and I pull the sheet back up over her.

But as I do this, I notice something white. A note.... Or paper of some sort, stuck to the back of the sheet.

To be continued....

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