Theirs'… is a tragic story. Not to the two souls involved, but to everyone who did not truly know them. He ventured into her life as a wounded soul, trying to pay his atonement, and she, she was a beacon of light for his darkened world, and she was content to be that way, as long as he came back to her each time he left. She was his rock, and he was her whole world, they shared everything and despite all the times he was away, they did not regret it. He lived by the sword and he wanted to protect, she understood that, and so she waited at home, a smile ever present on her face. When he returns for the last time, he is near death, and she is not far behind.
The cherry blossoms that surround them fall and swirl gently in the wind, slowly blanketing them as they snow had gently blanketed him when his first wife laid dying in his arms. His body was the first to give out, perhaps finally allowing it to rest in his wife's arms for the last time, for the entirety of time. Calling out his name, she strokes his hair and whispers, "I'll join you soon, my love. This time, please wait for me."
Their friends couldn't say one way or the other, but from the peaceful expressions on their faces, even their son was certain they had found peace together in heaven. Surrounded by the cherry blossoms, they lay silently, their lives spent in a tragic twist of fate, but the end of their story was filled with hope, for their days were now spent eternally peaceful.