She always thought summer would last. It's warm kiss, the comforting breeze, the wildflowers that grew among thorns. She would wander through the endless stretch of hills and the brilliant woods. Nothing could harm her in that perfect world.
But the winds of change swept in, just as she had feared. The months of bliss ended in darkness. The sun had been hidden away. Now she was left standing in a grey courtyard, leaves blowing at her feet. She wore nothing more than tatters of the past, a single tear marking her cheek as she watched in morose. Summer fled down a back street.
This world she spent a very small time in. Before the autumn rains began, she was gone, standing lonely in a silent wood. The snow fell slowly around her. A wind blew bitter and menacing. The the still. She knew this was her place, this cold winter.

Time to be depressing! I hate everything.

I need to see your face to keep me sane, to make me whole

So things aren't turning out like I'd like them to. This is no surprise, as I've not made life easy lately. It's the end of the year, and seeing that I'm doing two years of school in one, I have loads of work and other, outside forces that are irritating and stressing me out. I'm sorry that I snap and get upset about little things, but I'm only half the factor of why things were falling apart. We agreed a break was in order. While it appears effortless for you, it's absolutely killing me. If this ends in a permanent break, I will spend months in agony I'm sure. It's not up to me, though. It's all on you.