Seasons
Title: Seasons
Author: keepthexfaith
Pairing: Unrequited FrankxGerard
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not real, obviously. A figment of my imagination.
Warnings:
Unrequited love
Maybe language?
Pretty tame
Seasons
Winter
You loved the frost in the morning. The way the morning dew would freeze before anyone was ever up. The way the ice would crunch around your feet as we walked bare foot through the frozen grass. The way the mist swirled around our noses and cheeks, pink from the cold.
We would walk through the park together, early in the morning before anyone else was awake.
We would lie on the floor, ignoring the melting ice soaking through our shirts.
At night we would go to the lake and look at the moonlight, reflecting off of the lake and bathing us in silver light.
You were always your happiest in winter. You would be in a good mood for the whole season.
"You are the one person that means the most to me right now." You said, just like you did year after year, in the park near your house. You hugged me and I hugged you back, just like I did year after year.
This was when you said, "I love you."
Spring
Spring was another season you generally enjoyed. You would run through the park with me, holding hands, and you would pull one blossom off of each tree. At the end of the day you would give them to me. I pressed all of them, and gave them to you for your birthday one year.
During the spring we would take blankets down to the lake and sleep beside it a couple of nights a week.
The blossom would blow off the tree, covering us in white petals the next morning.
Spring was always an emotional time for you. You would go from happy, to angry, to depressed in a matter of weeks.
This was when you needed me the most.
"I love you." You said, grabbing my hand and swinging it as we walked.
"I love you too." I said back, smiling and hoping that you meant it the way I hoped.
This was when you said, "Stay with me."
Summer
You hated summer. You hated the hot weather, the greasy food and the sticky film of sweat that seemed to constantly cover your skin.
During the summer we would sleep in each other's back gardens, the warm air just the right temperature for us to be comfortable.
During the summer you got irritable, angry and sad easily. This was when we had our worst arguments. We would always fight, and you would find me by the lake.
"I'm sorry." You whispered in my ear, arms wrapped around my waist, chin over my shoulder, your back pressing into my chest.
"I miss winter." I always whispered back. You pulled me into your lap on my lap and hug me properly. You missed the tears that slid down my cheek, silent and unobserved, as you made the argument, once again, all about you.
This was when you said, "I don't need you."
Autumn
Autumn was always your favourite season. The colours were so vibrant, the sounds so different and the sights so amazing.
Autumn would be the season where you would run alone through the piles of leaves; abandoned by the aging trees.
This was the time when you would sleep by the lake alone, bathing in the light pouring from the moon.
This was the season that you needed me the least.
This was the season where you took charge, painting the colours of the fallen leaves in your mind as you gazed at the lake in front of you.
This was where you became someone different, someone stronger, someone who didn't need me to look after them any more.
"Look, I don't know how to tell you this…" I started awkwardly.
"Just tell me!"
"Well, okay." I stuttered, "Basically…"
"What?" You snapped impatiently.
"I think I…I love you."
"So, I love you too."
"No, I think I love you."
"Oh."
This was when you said to me, "We're just friends."
Just friends.
Author: keepthexfaith
Pairing: Unrequited FrankxGerard
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not real, obviously. A figment of my imagination.
Warnings:
Unrequited love
Maybe language?
Pretty tame
Seasons
Winter
You loved the frost in the morning. The way the morning dew would freeze before anyone was ever up. The way the ice would crunch around your feet as we walked bare foot through the frozen grass. The way the mist swirled around our noses and cheeks, pink from the cold.
We would walk through the park together, early in the morning before anyone else was awake.
We would lie on the floor, ignoring the melting ice soaking through our shirts.
At night we would go to the lake and look at the moonlight, reflecting off of the lake and bathing us in silver light.
You were always your happiest in winter. You would be in a good mood for the whole season.
"You are the one person that means the most to me right now." You said, just like you did year after year, in the park near your house. You hugged me and I hugged you back, just like I did year after year.
This was when you said, "I love you."
Spring
Spring was another season you generally enjoyed. You would run through the park with me, holding hands, and you would pull one blossom off of each tree. At the end of the day you would give them to me. I pressed all of them, and gave them to you for your birthday one year.
During the spring we would take blankets down to the lake and sleep beside it a couple of nights a week.
The blossom would blow off the tree, covering us in white petals the next morning.
Spring was always an emotional time for you. You would go from happy, to angry, to depressed in a matter of weeks.
This was when you needed me the most.
"I love you." You said, grabbing my hand and swinging it as we walked.
"I love you too." I said back, smiling and hoping that you meant it the way I hoped.
This was when you said, "Stay with me."
Summer
You hated summer. You hated the hot weather, the greasy food and the sticky film of sweat that seemed to constantly cover your skin.
During the summer we would sleep in each other's back gardens, the warm air just the right temperature for us to be comfortable.
During the summer you got irritable, angry and sad easily. This was when we had our worst arguments. We would always fight, and you would find me by the lake.
"I'm sorry." You whispered in my ear, arms wrapped around my waist, chin over my shoulder, your back pressing into my chest.
"I miss winter." I always whispered back. You pulled me into your lap on my lap and hug me properly. You missed the tears that slid down my cheek, silent and unobserved, as you made the argument, once again, all about you.
This was when you said, "I don't need you."
Autumn
Autumn was always your favourite season. The colours were so vibrant, the sounds so different and the sights so amazing.
Autumn would be the season where you would run alone through the piles of leaves; abandoned by the aging trees.
This was the time when you would sleep by the lake alone, bathing in the light pouring from the moon.
This was the season that you needed me the least.
This was the season where you took charge, painting the colours of the fallen leaves in your mind as you gazed at the lake in front of you.
This was where you became someone different, someone stronger, someone who didn't need me to look after them any more.
"Look, I don't know how to tell you this…" I started awkwardly.
"Just tell me!"
"Well, okay." I stuttered, "Basically…"
"What?" You snapped impatiently.
"I think I…I love you."
"So, I love you too."
"No, I think I love you."
"Oh."
This was when you said to me, "We're just friends."
Just friends.