[FIC] The seasons of life

Title: The seasons of life
Characters: Undefined
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1.896
Summary: Their life passed like the four seasons, but one thing never changed.
A/N: A story I wrote with quite some difficulties, but that I'm forever glad to have finished. Love it lotses. It's cheesy. Be warned. x]

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For years they had been together, spending every day in the presence of the other. They would throw parties for every birthday, bake cake or cookies at every possibility, play together in the snow every winter, go swimming in the tiny swimming pool every summer, .. They were inseparable friends, at the other’s side at all times.

But suddenly, it was all gone.

When middle school started, he moved to a different place with his parents. She didn’t hear, see or talk to him anymore from that day on. Over the years, she had found herself forgetting about him, making new memories with new people and finding new friends. By the time she was graduating from high school, he was nothing more than a childhood memory, buried in between the other images of her lost youth.

And then he decided to be part of her life again.

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He came like a spring’s breeze, rustling the newly grown leaves of her life and caressing the carefully blooming flowers. He brought with him the scent of life, of going out and enjoying. He made her remember how it felt to be young and without worries. How it felt to be satisfied, to have someone by your side whom you could count on at all times. All in all, he taught her how to live again.

Just like the spring breeze, he would come and go, but he never really left. He was never far, always ready to brush through her hair or make her feel like she could float again. The way she would whisper to the wind, so she whispered to him, telling him of her biggest fears and worries, and he would always be there to listen, never once unable to support and comfort her. His touch would be her assurance that all was fine and his voice would softly lull her to sleep with its beautiful and soothing tone.

Like the fresh, green grass would part for a breeze, so did her heart open for him. She felt how every day she got attached to him more and more, until it even passed the bond they used to have in the past. Every single one of his touches was like liquid fire running through her veins. Every comforting hug or happy smile was more reassurance of her happiness. He was all she had ever dreamed of and she was all he had ever loved. They were like a match made in heaven.

As time passed, their love grew and pretty soon it was visible for the outside world as well. Their bond became even more powerful after realising how much they needed each other. Soon, they were like Siamese twins, inseparable no matter what happened. In him she had found the vision of youth, in her he had found a memory of who he once was.

Every time he whispered ‘I love you’ it was like a burst of life rushing through her. He was her own personal bomb of happiness, a door to a world that had been her youth. He showed her the life she had stepped out of a long, long time ago. A world where worries didn’t exist and every day was a huge amount of time you could simply play with.

In his arms she found freedom.

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When he proposed to her, he was like the summer sun. His eyes sparkled, his smile warmed her heart and his touch felt like pure love. To her, he was like a piece of shining gold, a diamond carved into the most beautiful sculptures that only she could see. Their love became even more intense, as if infuriated by the rings on their hands. Every moment spent away from him was like hell, but every day she woke up next to him was another one that couldn’t be ruined anymore.

As months of their engagement passed, the summer sun got hidden behind the rainy clouds of shocked fans. The moment their engagement became public, the reactions were humongous. People who opposed against their wedding, their love, were giving them a hard time. She even got a few dead threats in her mailbox from anonymous people. But just like any other storm would pass, so did the hatred and the threats. People started to accept what was obviously a very strong love, and life turned for the better again.

On their actual wedding day, the summer sun turned pale and cold compared to how much he shone and how much he warmed her heart. He was like a beacon of flaming love, holding inside of him everything she ever longed for. He opened a door to a new light, to a world she had lived in for ages, but had never really seen with her eyes opened wide, the way he made her see it.

As they grew up, so did the fans. The screaming and squealing fifteen to twenty year old girls became happily cheering young women. The hopeless teenage dreams they carried were replaced by a remaining loyalty to the men on the stage. Boyfriends and even fiancés took the place of ‘love of their life’ as they realised in their hearts that some things would never be. It was refreshing not to be haunted by reporters at all times.

Refreshing and energising. Again their love prospered and never did she know a moment of boredom or getting sick of him. Everything he did was still just as mesmerising as it had been before. She knew every part of him like she knew herself, but he still never failed to surprise her. His embrace was like her haven of safety. His smell was the smell of familiarity, of being free. His eyes carried the look of love, of understanding. His touch gave her the feeling of belonging, of coming home.

His kisses tasted like forever.

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When their child was born, it was like an unexpected warm day in the midst of all the falling autumn leaves. Even though the both of them were getting older, they were still alive and very much enjoying it. The baby, a cute little girl they named Youn Seul, was a beam of happiness in the busy course of their lives. They had to adjust both their busy schedules to be able to take care of her, but managed to make it all work out fine. Yeon Seul also brought them so much smiles and laughter that the lost time was completely forgotten about.

As years passed and their daughter grew, so did they. The last childish thoughts and acts were pushed away to the back of their minds as they focused completely on being good parents and making a living. Soon, however, that turned out to be more hard work than they had expected and it caused them to feel annoyed and stressed. Those negative feelings only added up to the pressure and finally resulted into their first, and last, major fight. It was like someone shook the tree of their life and made the last few living leaves fall down as well.

But even though the tree was now cleared of its leaves, it still stood strong and the dispute was easily solved. Like heavy wind and rain would only make a healthy tree sway a little without really breaking, so did their love return afterwards in all its intensity. Despite the still busy schedules, the sometimes very loud and annoying youngster Yeon Seul and the growing realisation of how short life really was, she found herself smiling again every morning she woke up and saw him next to her.

The feeling of fire was back every time his hands brushed over her skin. She again craved for the feeling of being embraced by his arms, of hiding away against his chest, of feeling protected by him. Again, he was the one she would go to whenever anything bothered her and he put just as much trust in her, letting her be the only one to ever know about his fears or worries. They became closer once again because of the shared pressure of work.

And even though time passed and Yeon Seul grew up to be a wonderful young woman. Even when their daughter got children herself, their love stayed the same. Every time she looked at him, no matter how much time had passed, she would always remember a long time ago when they threw parties for every birthday, baked cake or cookies at every possibility, played together in the snow every winter, went swimming in the tiny swimming pool every summer, ..

His eyes reminded her of the forgotten.

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The last time she saw him, he was like a winter landscape. Cold, white, but still so beautiful that her breath got caught upon looking at him. He was like a statue, his body unmoving but strong. He still looked like nothing would ever be able to break him, like nothing would ever be able to beat him. Yet the wrinkled hand she held in hers did not send liquid fire running through her veins anymore, nor did his soothing voice whisper the sweetest words into her ears.

But there still was love. And memories. She loved the memories she had. Every time her grandchildren would visit her, they would ask about their grandfather. So she would tell them. Tell them about what kind of great person their grandfather had been, how he had always given his all with everything he did. She told them what a nice husband and father he had been and how grateful she was to have known him from their youth onwards.

Every weekend she would visit him and tell him her troubles and worries. He was always there to listen. Every time again, she would put new flowers in the vase and clear the blossoms, the dust the leaves or the snow from his stone. She would sit on the bench near to him and just look at the people visiting their loved ones. She would smile every time it was proved again that love could influence so many people in so many different ways and yet still always make the same look happen in their eyes.

When it became later in the evening, she would tell him about what she had seen throughout the day. Even though he never answered, she knew he was always listening. Always close to her and enjoying everything she told him. When getting up became nearly impossible sometimes with her hurting back, she knew he was there to support her and give her strength. When things seemed impossible, he would come and change her mind, so that she would go on with a smile again.

No matter what happened, no matter how much she struggled with her aging body, her spirit remained young. No matter how often people asked her about him or reminded her of his death, she kept on smiling. For in the spring breeze she felt the touch of his hands, in the summer sun she felt the warmth of his love, in the autumn leaves she saw the memories of their youth and in the winter snow she found the beauty of his soul.

The seasons kept him alive for her.