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The spring was generous that year.
It brought with her gifts in the form of sweet talks, shared secrets and tender caresses, faint blushes and delicate smiles. With perhaps too many red roses in the streets, too many after school dates in different coffee shops where two young boys frequently asked for the same order: two royal milk teas and a strawberry cheesecake, to share.
Too many evenings witnessing perfect yellowish orange and scarlet magenta sunsets followed by the wind blowing the trees in a magical way, tossing wild blond and dark blue locks of downy hair altogether in the air, as if they were one big brush of seafoam blue and molten gold in a beautiful landscape's paint.
The tulips that season bloomed more colorful under the sun than ever, in deep shades like maroon and black, lavender and purple, crimson deep ruby and quartz rose, bright orange and soft amber as well as tulips in pure white, cream and palest yellow.
The begonias opened with grace and finesse, some of them falling on the asphalt and some of them on the grass. The cherry blossoms petals float through the warm air, saccharine perfumed breeze dishevelling clothes. Daisies multiplied, filling the green of bushes and lawns with snow white, as little angels with beautiful feathery wings.
"I like you..." whispered the boy, with steel blue eyes, one afternoon.
Happy upturned cherry lips and butterfly kisses were the perfect and positive response to that confession by the blond head mane. Laughter of joy flooded that garden rich in flowers for a long time, although not for the first time.
That season, love was measured in too warm hands holding another pair of slightly sweated and rosy hands, impromptu short and soft kisses that tasted like the most sugary caramel flavor, velvety caresses, warm hugs and big teddy bears won in carnivals that carried their feelings and hearts.
In countless 'you are beautiful, miya-san' and 'but you are more, tobio-kun', in feigned anger and petty fights that were solved with beautiful honest words and freshly plucked red roses from other people's gardens; looks charged with affection, smiles displaying adoration and many — perhaps — hundreds or thousands of 'I like you', 'I love you', 'Stay with me', 'Always'.
It was easy to fall in love in that spring season, feeling how their hearts beat, loudly and rhythmically in unison, every thousandth of a second that they passed next to each other.
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The following summer continued in the same way, with light and colorful clothes and sweaty foreheads, with wax flower crowns tucked into their curls. With ice creams that melted in the mouth of the other, with refreshing flavors such as strawberry and lemon that were perfectly engraved on the other's palates, but still not as engraved as the texture of each one another's lips.
Their warm tongues always fought a battle without winner or loser, mischievously, licking the corners of the other's lips leaving crimson tiny bites and a shiny trail behind, saying an ode without words, showing pure longing as an ancient ritual.
The bright sun witnessed their devotion as he rose in the blue sky and illuminated what was already too dazzling; making everything more dreamy. Young love gleamed thanks to the presence of Phoebus gold arrows rays.
But as the green leaves of trees and hale shrubs take on shades of yellow, orange, red, and brown, this time they couldn't handle so much love. At some point they stopped downplaying what was happening around them, with their friends, with their families. With themselves.
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And autumn had its own plans and—perhaps— it wanted to be too harsh on some naive kids who pretended to live only on love.
Perhaps it wanted to give them everything so that later others would take it away from them and teach them a lesson, to understand that in life not everything was happiness ... that not everything was a fairytale, and that if it was one; that not all of them ended with a 'happy ending'.
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And the acrimonious winter was in charge of destroying everything in its wake.
Their illusions, their hopes, their promises and their love... everything was taken away from Tobio and Atsumu one wintry morning. Two halves of one heart crushed on the ground filled with soft white snow.