Morningside Cuesta and i'll love you forever if i ever love at all

Adeline watches each movement as he closes the distance between them, plopping down nearby and making himself comfortable. She stifles back a yawn when he enticed her, struggling to keep her teeth together. Once the urge has passed, she slowly picks up her head and turns to him. She hums quietly to herself in contemplation. The spring is no where to be found in her memory but some of the summer. It is near the end and beginning of fall that her memories are more and more intact.

"I kinda remember the summer," she days but nothing else is added. The beginning of her memories aren't something she likes to dwell on, shuffling them away for happier alternatives. "But I don't think I like the cold very much."