Winter made it's way to into our daily lives with it's extravagant flair. Snow dusted your garden, your carriages and your rosy cheeks. The capricious mood swings of the wind's soft hums to it's powerful wails created tension among the servants and guests. It's beautiful but unsettling ice-cold presence inviting the noble lord and lady pixies to play among it's crystalized masterpieces. Despite the obvious fact that neither their safety nor sanity can be preserved as they venture into the forest of Winter's Kingdom.
You clutched onto a dead tree trunk, other hand fastened protectively across your new reading addiction. Despite living in this manor for countless months, the garden was still a mystical mystery, it's ability to maintain itself so beautifully at all seasons was exceptional, compared to your manor which required the aid of servants every so often.
You sighed at the garden, though not disappointingly, rather, at the beauty of the frozen wonderland before you. With every season, there is a beauty to be lost and a beauty to be gained. However, this season was completely heavy, with the loss of something with a depth that is far too massive to describe.
Tears gathered in your eyes, your red nose quivered, not from the cold but from the realisation of it all. Everything was happy, everything was perfect. You had the most wonderful three years of your life. But with every gain there must be a loss.
Life was always gain after gain after gain.
There was light, there was family and it was sweet.
However, the world is objective. It was just and fair. It was not kind.
And then I finally suffered the loss.
There was tenebrosity, there was separation and it was bitter.
"My Lady/Lord!", Another faceless servant called out, "Oh my, what are you doing there?! Your lady/lordship must always remember to wear a coat when venturing in the garden!".
Your life was absolutely perfect two years ago. You had everything you had ever wanted: Adira, the bravest sister, Castiel, the most considerate brother, and two of the most loving mothers one could ask for. It was a beautiful fireplace, warm and welcoming. Not once was it as harmful as fire.
"How dare you address me so casually", You stared down at the servant.
But then there was fire. And oh how it burned everything you have ever loved to ashes.
Your mind is a graveyard of the Unforgotten.
Your life has become a Bittersweet Tragedy.