She was like the season of autumn. Warm during the day and cold at night. The leaves would rest in her hair and she was with one with the trees. The smile on her face was ever so prominent but at night she was filled with hate.
She was manipulative and deceiving and it threw everyone off when they saw the thorns of the leaves.
It should've been simple. She was the fiery colors of autumn and she loved to see people get burned.
