Autumn. Matthew's favorite season. His guilty pleasure. But this year it wasn't all so great. Because this year he was in love with his best friend. Yeah, ouch.

The dried up leaves drifted through the air as your boots clicked on the floor while you chatted away endlessly. Nothing new. Except the hearts in Matthew's eyes as he took every crumb of hope he could get.

How hadn't he ever seen how beautiful you were? How you looked like the embodiment of autumn. How you could make him feel just as giddy as October did.

A bright red leaf landed right on your soft hair, and a smile crawled across his face. "Leaf." He mumbled dumbly, taking it out of your hair. What love could do to a man.