It was spring when things changed. It’s funny since she was never the type that payed attention to this kind of stuff. She couldn’t even recall if it was summer or winter when they first met. Maybe because it was a happy memory, and all happy memories are warm.

This one, however, was cold and had a grayscale add to it, but still she could remember clearly it was spring. Perhaps this explained why it was her least favorite time of the year now.

*This story has two endings, an official one and an alternative version.

A/N: And here I'm again. I've a couple of ideas latelly and I decided to give it a try before I need to go back to college. I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish it, neither I know how the ending will be (I've two possible endings right now, so maybe I'll let you all help me pick it), however I'll try my best to finish this one and my other works. 

English is not my first language and I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing.