they stepped outside|
the sun was bright
it hurt their eyes
they were going to the library from the mall
"what's your favourite season?" she asked
he told her that it was autumn
"because everything is dying?"
(she thought he was morbid)
"summer is when everything dies;
fall is when those things decay"
a single swallow flew past them
very close, very quick
she got sad
it was summer then
she never spoke to him again
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