Farewell to summers.

Disclaimer: "Beauty and the Beast" and all its characters belong to Disney.

Dedicated for Klaske who dared me to write it.

Lefou used to love summers the best. He used to love getting up before dawn, when it was still cool outside, so he could walk to Gaston's house and have breakfast ready by the time Gaston was up. Then they'd head to the woods, Gaston's shotgun swung over his shoulders, Lefou empty handed, for he'd be the one carrying the hunt home. Summertime was the best: the hunt was good and the sun shone over their heads, even filtering through the trees, as if it couldn't resist followig Gaston as well. Lefou knew that feeling.

His hands were always full by the time they got back to the village. People would surround them, admiring Gaston's skills and beauty, Lefou basking in his hero's glory. Lefou was the envy of many men in the village. He was short and unnatractive and boring, but he was Gaston's friend, the one he trusted. No man could be luckier.

That was a long time ago, Lefou thinks as he lies in bed. It's almost dawn, but there's no reason to get up, no glorious hunter waiting for him to make breakfast and join him in the woods. He was gone one night of monsters and thunder. And Lefou is alone now.

He never thought he'd hate summers this much.