this is my love letter to winter :’) i absolutely hate it
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saeran was certain that there was no escape from the dry winter air
no layers of clothing, no thick insulation, no supply of heat– nothing could stop the chill from seeping into his achy bones
several winters passed –long, lonely seasons painted with stretches of heavy grey clouds and an eerie stillness hanging in the frosty air– until he met you
and you loved winter with a passion he couldn’t understand
“the clean smell,” you’d say, and he’d take a deep breath, as if a conscious intake of the cold breeze would give him a better understanding of your words, though it would only disappoint him when no immediate revelation came
“the morning light,” you’d say, as the two of you strolled along a poorly shovelled pathway, and he’d lift a hand to shield his eyes as he looked up to the dim, clouded over sky in confusion
“the winter apparel,” you’d say, tossing a black turtleneck and a hand knitted magenta scarf at his face, to which he blushed at when he realized it was one of your many gifts to him leading up to christmas “you didn’t have to make anything for me, stupid”
“the hot chocolate,” you’d say, handing him a mug, and he’d reluctantly agree with you after he had burned his tongue on the saccharine drink one too many times
“the beauty,” you’d say, gesturing to the glossy coat of ice clinging to bare trees –a result of the rain from the night before– and he had to admit to himself that braving the wind that nipped his ruddy cheeks was a worthwhile sacrifice to be able to view a forest of glazed trees with you
“the snow,” you’d say, a puff of warm air escaping your lips as you glanced up at the sky, watching the delicate flakes dance a flurry while saeran observed how the wintry skies painted you in a beautiful figure– and belatedly realizing he was in love with you
“the cuddles,” you’d say, many winters later, while the two of you laid in bed together, his arms wrapped around your waist as he spooned you
“the cuddles,” he’d agree, pulling you closer once he was sure you had fallen asleep, his cool fingers tangling with your warm ones
he had long ago realized you loved the winter because a piece of the sun lived in you and kept you permanently warm
and you were selfless enough to share that warmth with him, driving away the chill in his bones
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