_{[ Mikasa was no stranger to the seasons and the way the shift between each other, one after another in a never-ending cycle. She had seen the weather at both its best and its worst; at its hottest, at its coldest, and during the times where it seemed to lower down people’s resistances from sickness. Yet through it all, she still managed to get by. ]}

_{[ Though to say that she’d learned to quickly adapt to the fleeting drop of temperature might as well be a lie. But, she endured it without question nevertheless. ]}

_{[ A warm exhale of breath; warmer than expected, and her watery eyes blinked blurriness in her vision away to gaze at the slight fog that rose from her mouth. ]}

          _{“… It’s getting colder…”}

_{–Rain. Calmness. A bittersweet melancholy.}

_{The vast droplets of water descending from the grey skies overhead rained on the earth and what laid upon it; showering gently upon her form, soaking her clothes. Yet, even as the cold winds caressed her figure, she did not mind it one bit.}

_{“… It feels warm…”}