exurba
"He reminds me of autumn," he said.
"He reminds you of a season?" She replied, confused.
"I mean, he's beautiful. Sometimes he's warm, bright, glowing. But other times he's the coldest person I've ever met and I swear to God you can see the ice in his heart through his eyes. Autumn is beautiful, but what people seem to forget about this season is that it's when everything is dying. It's actually rather morbid when you think about it. That's why he reminds me of autumn - because he is so beautiful but he is dead inside: No emotion, No feeling, No nothing."