Funny how memories crept up on him all the time. The slightest of things often triggered a flashback of some kind. Red, like the colour of Goyjo's hair, reminded him of the sins he had committed in the name of love and the penitence. Sad smiles, like the ones Yaoni sometimes gave, reminded him of how the sacrifice of his humanity. Everything had reminded him of something from the past.
The falling petals of sakura, however, held a different meaning for him. A meaning of something new, more recent. It offered hope, a rather fleeting and fragile thing, even as the last petal danced slowly to the ground.
Hakkai smiled then turned to walk away, leaving the delicate tendrils of love in the leaves of the sakura tree. They'd return there one day. Until then, he'd carry his hope, and his love, with him. When the sakura bloomed once more.