[Ashlyn's POV]
I have always liked the spring season.
It's the only season without any flaws—no overbearing heat, no bitter cold.
A time of year when nothing feels restrictive.
You can just roam around freely.
It's when flowers bloom the most, and everything feels so good, almost to the point of being artificial.
A sweet and fresh season where you can live with your heart's content.
Truly the best season.
"What are you thinking?" My eyes glanced to my side as I heard a loud voice.
There she stood, wearing the academic uniform, with orchid-colored hair and eyes looking at me with annoyance.
"Nothing," I replied, giving her a gentle smile. "Just thinking about the season."
"Yeah, it's comfortable right now," she replied, and I nodded my head.
'She's still the same,' I thought, removing my gaze away from her.
