I like to think people grow in Autumn, or at least establish a part of themselves. People go back to school or work, trying to be a better person.

They come to me, I give a good outlook on things. They ask for help because their world is coming crashing down.

We met when we were both just kids. I loved you from the start. I teased you back and I slowly grew to need your sweet brown eyes.

*TRIGGER WARNING* Short dystopian fic