Haru’s feelings through the seasons while Rin is away.
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In winter, Haruka saddens.
November arrives, Rin leaves, taking with him the warm mornings and bright days—as if the Sun itself followed his trail. Haruka feels a chill on his shoulders, the echo of a touch that’s no longer there.
The memory of that winter, when tearful red eyes left him behind, haunts every shadowed corner of his loneliness.
In spring, Haruka yearns.
Every pink petal falling from the sky whispers his name: a soft, familiar voice.
He smiles, remembering those red eyes full of awe gazing at the cherry blossoms, the nostalgia no longer hurts; no, it becomes a warm refuge. He wonders if Rin knows the effect the trees have on him now—maybe he does, maybe he even makes them promise to be extra lush when he leaves, so Haru can find him in every petal.
"The cherry blossoms reminded me of home." Me too, Haru thinks.
In summer, Haruka dreams.
With the heat, the water breaks free from the ice and comes back to him—and in it, he finds calm again. Sometimes he thinks he can feel the shadow of a voice that taught him to dream for the first time, a summer long ago. The sun embraces him, but its light isn’t the same.
Between laughter and waves, Haruka keeps searching for him in every sunrise.
Every falling leaf is a second closer to Rin’s return. The air grows chilly, but this time he doesn’t fear winter.
He knows that in a few weeks, the Sun will be his.
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