Chapter 73
When Winter woke up on September 4th, he had been unconscious for almost three days. The sun shone into the living room of Blue and Warren’s cottage, where he had been. Aether was sitting on the ground beside him, his arms on the little space on their couch, his head resting on them. Winter couldn’t help but stare at him, at his lovely black hair that was a little greasy or his pale skin that almost seemed to sparkle under the sun's light, and he thought back to what Summer had been screaming when he had found him. That one day, Aether would move on from him sooner or later, which had pained him more than he would have liked to admit. Those words hurt the most because of all the cruel things he had said and done. There was a possibility that Aether would leave his side, and he knew how
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