He thinks that each winter he grows colder, as does his homeland. As the leaves die and fall so does a part of him he had found familiar. It doesn't happen over night, a hardening of a heart. The chipping away of that which makes us humane. It takes cold winters.
He has tried to stay warm. Stay positive. There is a man who keeps him cold, kicks him when he's down and it shouldn't be like this. This man should be his Summers. He should keep his heart warm, love him and build him.
Finally he just stays away from that source of bitterness.
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