The first drabble I wrote in Weiss Kreuz, for the prompt of "seasons" on wk_100. Betaed by Rune.

That first spring, he brought whole branches of sakura to her room, certain she would wake at the scent so as not to miss her favorite season. In summer he pressed cool cloth to her forehead and promised her ice cream cones if only she would open her eyes. Autumn meant crisp wind and cold rain; he touched his chilled, damp hands to her cheeks and breathed her name.

"Aya. Aya."

He stood at the window in winter, matching the silence of the snow; matching her silence.

She was as responsive to that as anything.

He stopped looking for spring.

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