October 1
October has always been your favorite month. Even though you never admitted it, I'm almost positive the only reason you loved this season so much was because you could finally wear oversized sweaters again. When we used to be relishing in our love, before the accident, we used to love going pumpkin picking, then coming home to carve spooky faces into them. Later in the month, right when the trees began shedding, we would rake together huge piles of colorful leaves to playfully jump into. Then, every afternoon, we would take a long walk in the crisp autumn air, where you would ramble about the goosebumps that ran across your arms and I would always offer you my jacket.
I remember one particular day in October, you had begged me to help you carve your pumpkin, since you were having trouble. I, of course, helped, but you being the teasing girl you've always been, you kept throwing pumpkin seeds and stringy guts at me, making a complete mess in our kitchen.
Except, waking up today didn't bring me that old traditional feeling I used to get at the start of October. You weren't in the kitchen, baking your annual "first of October pumpkin pie" and you weren't digging through the closet in search of warmer blankets for the upcoming chilly season.
Instead, you were sitting at the kitchen counter, eating Fruit Loops; a kind of cereal that you didn't even like before the accident.
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