Danson Crill | District 3 | CB | FIN

He hasn’t seen the world the same in years.

Not since he had lost his mother to a sickness that he hadn’t seen coming.

None of them did really, but in a district like three, the discovered it too late.

They worked late nights, realizing that there was so much for them to learn about technology that they hadn’t even invented yet, and his mother was pining at the edge of her brain to intake all the knowledge she could hold.

She was blindsided, and so were they.

She was gone too quickly, which crushed Danson, a boy who did not know how to live without her.

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It happened in the winter, right on the heels of a big discovery that she had been working on, and his father didn’t know how to process it until it became spring.

He tried to ignore it, just like Danson had tried to as well. They didn’t talk for days on end, knowing full well that there was nothing but her on their mind.

Sometimes they would work in the same room, but there was nothing but silence shared between them.

Sometimes they worked in the same room and they did everything but work.

From Spring to Summer, they found a way to tear their relationship down to its bones and start rebuilding the foundation. It was a start for them.

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From Summer to Fall, they shared everything they loved about the woman they lost with each other, sometimes screaming into the void when necessary to let out the frustration of losing her.

And then from Fall to Winter, they accepted that she was gone and simply vowed to do everything they could to remember her.

But every Winter, they mourn.

Always will.