Winter. It's the time of year when snow falls from the sky gently and makes everything around it seem so beautiful. Yet, so cold, cruel, and alone.
Spring. When everything seems all right. When life grows again. When cherry blossoms grow. Warm, gentle, safe.
Together. Something that will never be, meant to be, or thought to be. It will never work.
"Sasuke! If you leave, I'll scream!"
Apart. This is what's meant to be. Our separate paths. Our different paths. Our lonely paths.
&, when you need me, just call my name, and I'll be there. For you. By you. With you.