They'd known each other their entire lives, he'd dyed his hair white at ten, she'd gone with orange a year later. He didn't know why but she had a reason, she was his most loyal friend and never wanted to lose him. His hair was white like snow, like frost, like... winter. Her's was like fallen leaves, like pumpkins, like... autumn. Then she was attacked, on the street, because she'd been accused of making weapons capable of mass destruction and genocide. She hadn't done it but they were onto her anyway, she had to disguise herself, and fast. So that's exactly what she did she ran and ran, disguise after disguise each one different, save for her hair...
... after all she wanted winter to follow autumn. Like he always will
