It came to us on a day that felt like autumn. All around everything was beautiful but there was a lingering sense of decay. We knew we had the appearance of everything going well. We got on well enough, and had lots in common, but the leaves were starting to turn brown already. The days were growing shorter, too. The evenings that had once sweltered with so much passionate heat had begun to draw up cold around our arms.
We looked over what we had built. We thought it would last forever. As the autumn set in, we realised how wrong we had been. In fact, we realised that what we had would not even survive another winter, let alone the rest of our days.
It was then that we knew it was over.
And it was over.