May we not fall, (in the name of love)

Once upon a future, there was a boy called Autumn Winters, he was the combination of all the elements that people loathe. In a society where only heat and warmth were accepted, how can someone with the heart made of ice be welcomed? In a world where one's birthday define who they are, how can someone born on the last day of the year ever be loved? In a culture where one's look was everything to the outer world, how can someone with silver hair and golden eyes ever be embraced? In a future where name is your last fence of protection, how can someone named Autumn leave their fate and not fall?

Maybe there was once a summer where fate slipped a little and fell. Maybe there was once another boy who tripped fate and gave them both a chance to run away. Maybe there was once a time where Autumn had a friend, someone who might have even loved him. Maybe there was once a place where they would hold hands and forget, forget about the whole world.

"what was it that we had? What was that feeling you had for me when we lay under that cherry blossom tree? Was it love, because I know mine is."

"There was a moment I knew that I would not fall, or more like, I would not want to fall. And it was because of you, it was all because of you. "

There was a summer. There were two broken hearts that mended each other. There were tears and laughter. There was a time where fate was abandoned. There was a place where two broken boys could be free, free from falling. There was this summer, there was this warmth, and there was this love.