in which i couldn't find the fanfic for carlyxsam that i wanted on here, so i made my own !! autumn is a glorified, picture-perfect, fictionalized aesthetic. because not once does autumn detail the crumpling leaves, not once does autumn detail hoarse throats and rough rain, not once does autumn detail seething hatred -- autumn is all fiction because fall exists instead. she weeps for the autumn she failed to live, but at the same time, can't stand the thought of possibly leaving fall.