The days pass in the hourglass of life and spring fades from the world. Summer is dying and autumn is being reborn in the hearts of the many and the few. Times like these are the ones best remembered by those of dire circumstances, but today, a one such angel will remember only the face of his lover, his mate, the one to who he is married. They'd had barely a chance to talk since the day Hikuzu had given birth to their twins, and had sincerely jumped on the chance to spend the day with his love. It was not that he didn't love his darling boys, no. He loved them more than life itself, for he had almost died while carrying them as well. It was that 'Ros was his life. The troubadour did nothing but dote and love upon the other, for he was his own world. His everything. Without 'Ros there was an empty nothingness that the singer couldn't tolerate. Even his angelic heavenly voice died out if Hiku had to worry about his dearest love.

Today, he had let 'Ros's parents watch their twins while Hikuzu went with his dearest on a date to the local park. And now, he sat on a bench staring up at the dying trees and the leaves that fell off from the branches. One of the reddest ones fell and entangled in his long skein of electric blue locks. Sighing as he looked away from the tree and felt around for the leaf.