Feuillemort; the colour of a dying leaf.
She said she’d love him until the season changed. They walked hand in hand throughout the summer days and spent the long nights laying side by side. Living in the moment is easy when you are in love.
He dreaded the coming autumn. He watched the trees for any signs of change and wondered what he could do to make her stay. Marriage? A baby? Whatever it took.
She refused all his proposals.
The leaves began to change; greens fading to amber and scarlet.
He woke the next morning and found her gone, just as she said.