"What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?" – John Steinbeck

They were different from each other in every sense of the word, yet oddly in the strangest of misconceptions they couldn't be more the same.

Their first argument as a married couple came unexpectedly one night.

It contained shouting.

Her husky voice was shrouded with an anger that wavered ever so slightly when he responded with a surprisingly greater annoyance, a tone foreign and new to her.

It contained tears.

Her cold eyes broke down behind the closed doors of their bedroom. She expected an apology, he didn't give in to such desires. So she sat there comforting herself, even though she wished he would. Cursing herself for this feeling of weakness and cursing him for making her feel weak.

He found himself outside, resting his back on the roof of their shared home, gazing at the stars, an internal battle raging on as he laid there outwardly composed. But the question remained on his lips, was he wrong?

He liked things tidy, but was too lazy to clean them up. So she did it for him.

She enjoyed good food but could never find enjoyment in the act of cooking. So he cooked their meals.

She hated the cold, so would raise the heating up to her own enjoyment. He would walk past in annoyance ever so tempted to turn it down, but with one look at the smile on his wife's face, he would make peace with simply removing his shirt.

It took a while as he played with his necklace, a small smile creeping on to realize why none of that ever mattered, they were a simple couple. Others could never see the attraction, through their continued teasing and absence of affection outside their home, but they did. They saw it through their smiles, through they're everyday goodnight kisses. They were opposites but like a magnetic pull they attract with an invisible weathering strength .

So the heat sweltered on and he apologized again.

And when the winter came, and tempers flared she did the same.

They were different. As the seasons change outside their home and arguments rained on they were constantly reminded of that.

But inside, when she ran his bath after a long day of work, or tendered his wounds with attempted grace without request. He knew.

Upon returning from her duties in Suna , when he welcomed her home with a cooked meal every time despite how busy he had become, to when she went outside to her prized garden to see the plants had been watered. She knew.

They were the same, because behind those walls, the assigned architectural box called home, they both fell in love with each other over and over again.

Because even in the happiness of her summers warmth. His cold air now brought her a welcomed change.

A/N: A quick Short Chapter because I appreciate every new view, review follow and favourite so thank you very much . A welcomed distraction from my essay typing;)