Archive of Our Own

There were no seasons anymore. One day could be hotter than every summer day to ever exist, the next colder than Antarctica shoved in the freezer. Lucy had never known the seasons, the real ones. He had no doubt vault thirty-three tried to recreate the vibe of each one.

Cooper often thought about the things she'd never really known. Lucy would never know the annoyance of waiting in line in a packed mall while shopping or the joy of summer breeze while eating ice cream. The smell of hot dogs cooking nearby.

He was cursed to remember all those things, she was cursed to never know them.