Love beyond Season

The snow fell that day, a relentless, suffocating blanket of white that mirrored the chilling emptiness settling in Akaashi's soul.

He stood by the window, the frosted glass a cold, unforgiving barrier between him and the world outside. Each snowflake was a tiny, icy tear, a testament to the grief that threatened to consume him. He could still feel the ghost of Bokuto's hand in his, the warmth replaced by the numbing chill of loss.

The scent of pine and snow, usually a comforting reminder of winter's beauty, now carried the bitter tang of sorrow, a constant, agonizing reminder of the vibrant life that had been extinguished far too soon. This was the beginning of his new reality, a world forever altered by the absence of his beloved Bokuto, a world where the silence was deafening, and the snow fell endlessly, a symbol of his unending grief.