It was late in the day as the gusts of chilling winds encircled her. Everything was red. The flamboyant decor, laced intricately together, cast over the rolling hills of copper sod. A sedentary inferno of maples clustered to the left of the radiant pumpkin patch, her own fiery locks cascading down her back. Everything was red. She was positioned on the frigid surface of a lone boulder atop one of the various hillsides. She was cold. Her gaze cast upon nothing in particular, she pulled her legs closer to her chest. She thought of him. His eyes. His smile. His laugh. Him. She missed him. His manners. His voice. The comfort of his presence. Her mind began wandering to June. The warmth of the mid-summer sun’s rays was almost tangible. She could hear his laugh echo through the fields. She could still see his features light up at whimsical thoughts and childish ideas. She could feel his hands wrap around her arms, hoisting her up after each tumble down the steepest of hills they could find. Just the two of them. She reminisced to midnight at the lake. The full moon cast a spotlight on them as he balanced her feet on his toes and danced her around the waterside, humming sweet nothings into her ear. Her hands clasped around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. For a minute, she could feel him again. She felt warmth creeping on her skin. The first illusion of comfort since him. The warmth almost reached inside her, it almost reached her lips, but her reverie was taken from her by another brisk gust of wind. Salty droplets grazed her lips instead. She was cold and yet… Everything was red.