Strawberries on a sticky, hot day.
The Summer heat beats down upon my back.
A wind blows, but does not rescue me from the soaring temperature.
My sword reflects the sunlight almost painfully into my eyes.
I shield the glare with my arm, grinning.
She smiles at me, the wind playing with her dark locks.
I feel compelled to reach over and touch her.
I cannot.
She is not here for me.
She couldn't be, for I am not good enough for her.
She stands.
Her yellow sundress clings to her perfectly.
I look up and she smiles once more.
"Ichigo."