It’s Autumn, the time of the year where; we all reflect. The leaves turn of many colors, as rich brown, golden yellow, and blood orange; simply showing us how at one point we blossomed under sunlight. No different than a flower needing sun to grow and blossoming at it’s time; to later shrivel up and start again.

Slow music playing from the festival in the near distance, the white snow falling, gathering in Choi’s hair, as she held hands with Baekhyun; he rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, pulling her hand to his lips. Pressing them to her soft knuckles leaving warmth behind as he returned his eyes to the snow covered road. Looking at her from the corner of his eye, watching and admiring how effortlessly beautiful she looked beside him; the sl