The Season of Love

Act VII; Love At Rock Bottom; Fallen In Autumn

We've stepped foot into September; when the beginning of autumn rolls in. Apart from spring, autumn is my favourite season; I love it when the oak trees turn from leafy green to the vibrant colours of the sunset. These trees are also in the same park where I confessed my love to you under the cherry blossoms in spring; that was also where I took you to spend the day. As stroll across the park, the oak leaves and little acorns fall from the tree and onto the ground in piles.

Speaking of piles, jumping into leaf piles was my favourite autumn pastime as a kid. I took you by the hand to rush and jump into the pile; we laughed and kicked the piles like silly playful puppies.

We had another date in October; you told me to meet you at the park again and I happily obliged. Honestly, it seems you love going to the park. More leaves fell on the ground and we continued with our silly little antics; sure, we might get unpleasant looks from strangers but who cares? If you hate the way we spend our time together; then it's your problem.

It was our monthly anniversary in November; the 10th of each month to be exact. We went to a café where you told me you had a gift; curious, I waited until you pulled out a neatly wrapped present with an acorn as the finishing touch. "Open it." You told me. As I unwrapped the present carefully, to my surprise, it was a canvas painting of our moments in the first three seasons; when we shared our first kiss in the spring, the Titanic moment in summer and the leaf piles in autumn.

But the last season, winter was a shocker; you painted a wedding of us in the winter season. At the park's gazebo, with you in your white winter gown and me in the most princely-like suit that only can be depicted in fairy tales. I'm tongue-tied but chose to kiss you on the cheek in gratitude.

"I'll treasure this forever." I meant it.

When I went home, feeling happy all over again. But my smile dropped upon seeing my estranged father with an unfamiliar woman. It's been years since I last saw my father; he was the most controlling person I've ever encountered. He confessed to stalking you over the past seasons and he doesn't like you one bit; he demanded that I leave you immediately.

"You're getting married."

He made the excuse of wanting an heir to inherit his company, but I couldn't care about it. I tried to argue but he silenced me by saying he is my father; he could do what he wants with my life.

My blood boiled as he said this; the woman smirked when he said that. But what he said drained the colour on my face.

"Do it or else your girlfriend lies dead on the ground."