When Spring Ends Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

VANESSA'S POV Spring announced itself not with a fanfare, but with a slow, relentless drip from the lodge's eaves and the faint, sweet scent of wet earth waking beneath the snow. The world was softening at the edges. Inside the great hall, the map on the wall was no longer a winter's curiosity; it was a spring blueprint, its annotations the subject of daily planning and debate.

Not happy endings. **************************************************

I am not even sure he knows all of the creatures that hide in the Dead Forest. “What’s the big deal? Spring isn’t the end of the world.” “It will be the end of Morvathuun,” he spits at me. “The sun will rise over the peaks of the Unknown. It will burn into Morvathuun. Then the rain will come. Giving new birth to arid ground beneath your feet. The creatures that live in the shadows will be forced from the Dead Forest into the caves. Those that don’t make it into the caves will burn under the rays of the sun. That is why Spring is a big deal.”

Love and family. THE END

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

“This ends now.” ***

Instead, a somber sway of deprivation fills their souls. Fear grows inside the forest fairies, but they continue. However, they encounter something with a horrible aura on the corner of the world. A mass of dark leaves and feathers wheezes with wickedness. The fear inside them finally pours out, and the sprites return to their safe place in the forest. Spring II ends with the sprites dancing away in fear.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”