April

All the other months are gone, leaving them all alone. Oh how they wish they could be that free, to follow March into that foreign world and make it theirs just as they had with their own, but right now they are stuck. Humanity, if they knew what April was and what they had done to them the one time they were able to step foot on their soil, would be glad to see them gone forever—after all, they made hundreds of people disappear at once. It had been a miserable deal for everyone involved: the humans were trapped in a perpetual dream far away from home, while April had to recover from their spiriting away in solitude. Sleeping as they were, they didn’t even make for good company, though they supposed that at least they added to the ambience.

If they had known things would end up this way, they wouldn’t have bothered going against March’s wishes not to help him.

March… The silence was soul-crushing, it served as another reminder of his absence. Not too long ago, he had held up April’s sky with his soft chuckles and warm smiles, then the desperation drove him away. Now April had to bear that weight alone, but they just couldn’t. The isolation was too heavy and they were so tired. There was no reason to stay awake, so they followed the lead of their mortal guests and slumbered, a forlorn Sleeping Beauty, waiting for her prince’s kiss to release them all from their spell.

March would come back. He had to.