autumn comes when you're not quite done, with the summer passing you by

Secundus.

She watched it burn. The orange flower, growing and speeding rapidly over the building she once would call her home.

In her hand, she held a wilted page from the book the widow wanted her to write. A sad chuckle escaped her closing throat as she moved her gaze back up to the burning home.

“It all started with a fire...” She forced out again, inhaling all the ash and smoke that came her way, just to feel her lungs erode.

“Are you ready to go Saumensch?” he asked with such a delicate tone, that not even she could come up with a snarl against the raven haired boy.

“Give me a moment.”
“If you stay here any longer you'll die.”
“Yeah, that's the plan Arshloch.”

He stifled a laugh, trying to keep good composure.

“You know, I hate words. I love them as well. I hope you understand what my point is.” She looked up at her favorite Saumensch.

“Of course I do, Arshloch.” he gave her a soft smile, pulling her up as they both traveled away from the fire.

One more look, just one more. She turned with a smile. It was not sad nor happy. More of a smile you give when you know death had eluded you again. It's turning to nothing but smoke and ash. Pain and love. Oh how we confuse the two.