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Tranquility carved the sways of each cherry blossom over the steps. Petals landed on her little feet… and another… and another… and another… Something pierced her to ponder how such beauty could remind of the memories she never had… and they flow steadily over those blossoms…
"What are you doing here"
That stern echo blended with tranquility and all seemed to have shaken her peace. It narrowed to a sudden curiosity whether he was sketching her through her own eyes, or their eyes were just the same. She returned to her trance and her fiction somewhat did not let her disclose him having himself sit on one step of the shrine.
"Can I still hold your hand..?" she swallowed her fantasies. "…even if it doesn't perfectly fit mine anymore… like it used to…"
By then, no one was there… no hand… nothing but silence… and the trance continues over the fall of the cherry blossoms… and again… and again… and again…
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