-Kye- Autumn.

The sun is setting, going to sleep amongst trees and hills that have blended with its colors.  Kye used to love autumn, but now the cool breeze seems only to bite at her face, and the leaves are so loud with their crackling.  As the sun sets, summer dies.  Precious moments vanish with every leaf that falls. They float all around her, and she wishes she could catch every one of them and return it to its branch.  But time cannot be reversed.

If she could, she'd go back to days long lost, when the summer was young and they didn't have a care in the world.  They'd ride their bikes across the neighborhood, go frog-catching in the creek, or lie out under the blanket sky and smile at passing clouds. But now all she can do is stand on the balcony of a painfully empty treehouse, and try to convince the sun not to set.

Because when summer's gone, she'll have to get on with her life, and that means accepting that he's gone, too.  Some fantasy in her head tells her that if the grass stays green, maybe there's hope that he'll return, and they'll spend the last days of summer together.  As it should be.

But the leaves keep on breaking free.  They fly away, probably to join him somewhere, in the land no one can find.

If only I could follow you.