Sorry for the long wait. Writer's block and finals don't go well together. I had a dream last week where I accidentally added this chapter when it wasn't done and everyone hated it. I took that as a sign to stop studying and finish writing it.
Get ready for fluff ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy the last chapter!
Chapter 9
Hitsugaya stared out the window of his office with a curious look on his face. It was a beautiful May afternoon. Birds were chipping cheerfully in their nests, not a cloud was in the deep blue sky and the sun refused to hide. But Hitsugaya's thoughts were not of the weather they were of a person, a girl rather, Hinamori. He was trying to decide if he was finally going to confess his feelings for her. He was done waiting, and the events of yesterday almost convinced him that she shared the same feelings for him. A genuine smile that was reserved only for Hinamori spread across his face as his mind drifted back to yesterday…
He had one of the worst headaches of all time that afternoon, and having Matsumoto as a vice captain didn't help in the least. She was absent in a vice captain's meeting so he took the time to soak up the peace and quiet, and ease his pounding head.
"Captain!" Hitsugaya could hear Matsumoto sing through the closed door and his brain immediately began pounding against his skull again. The door banged open and Matsumoto marched inside the office. "Captain, I have great news! The meeting was cancelled!" she shouted. He was going to kill her, he really was. "It's a good thing too because I wanted to go to Rukongai and do some shopping!" If only he could gather enough strength to reach his zanpacto and clobber her over the head with it. "You don't look so good." He shot Matsumoto a nasty look.
"Really? I feel fine," he said sarcastically.
"You can't be sick!" Matsumoto slammed her hands on his desk which caused him to run a thick black mark across his signature. Hitsugaya closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to yell out every curse word in his vocabulary. "What about shopping?" She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
"I'm not sick. It's only a headache that you started," he said spitefully, "and besides, with what money were you planning on using?"
"I'm bringing Hisagi," she said simply. Hitsugaya grimaced internally. He would hate to be Hisagi today. "Well, I was going to bring him."
He looked at Matsumoto's severely depressed face with annoyance. "Leave."
"Really?" she shouted excitedly. All depression was wiped clean from her face as she jumped up and clapped her hands together.
"Yes, you are only making my headache worse. Now, get out of my office," he commanded forcefully.
"Thank you, Captain!" Matsumoto called as she walked to the door. "Oh, hello Hinamori!" she said once the door was open and stepped aside to let Hinamori in the room. Hitsugaya's head perked up when he saw her. "Maybe you can help the captain feel better," teased Matsumoto as she winked at Hinamori.
"Leave, Matsumoto!" Hitsugaya's patience was running dangerously low. She laughed as she shut the door but not before winking at him too.
"You're not feeling well, Hitsugaya?" Hinamori asked sweetly.
"It's nothing," was his short answer while he read through his paperwork. He heard Hinamori sigh and glanced up. She was sitting on the arm of the couch, watching her feet move back and forth.
Sensing his foul mood, she asked timidly but nonetheless courageously, "Do you want to go outside with me?"
"I'm not in the mood," he answered while flipping to the next page of the packet he was reading.
"Oh, okay," Hinamori said with disappointment. "Sorry to bother you. I'll just go now."
Hitsugaya's head snapped up to her. You idiot! He was still annoyed with Matsumoto and his head still pounded, and he had taken it out on poor Hinamori. "Wait, Hinamori," he called after her. Then without realizing it, he got up from his chair, ran over to her and grabbed her wrist pulling her back into the room. "I want to go with you," he said far too breathlessly.
Hinamori looked at him in puzzlement. "But you just said you didn't want to."
"I changed my mind. I want to go with you." Hitsugaya's hand slid into hers and Hinamori blinked her big brown eyes.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."
Hitsugaya flashed her a smile. "As long as it's just you and me."
A light blush spread across her cheeks and she nodded, slowly returning his smile. "Just you and me," she said and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
Hitsugaya left his paperwork and bad attitude behind as he walked Hinamori out of the Tenth Division. He refused to let go of her hand and would gladly endure the snide remarks of the other captains and vice captains, like they did when he first held her hand, as long as she was happy.
Rumors spread like wildfire in Soul Society, and unfortunately for Hitsugaya and Hinamori, they were the topic of most of them. He had been confronted by many if they were together and had gotten so annoyed he resorted to threatening to release Hyorinmaru if anyone else asked him. He didn't want to imagine the rumors that would spread when people saw the two of them walking out of Seireitei together at the moment.
The pond was exactly where he remembered it to be and it looked exactly the same. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and as a gust of wind would sweep by, a few stray petals would dance around the pond. When Hitsugaya caught the look on Hinamori's face the smile that was creeping on his lips was gone in an instant. She was crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked in panic, worried that it was his fault.
"I can't believe you remember this place," answered Hinamori. She sniffed and rubbed at her tears with her palms.
"Of course I remember it but why are you crying?" He stood in front of her and took her hands from her cheeks, stooping his head down a little to peer into her sweet face.
She smiled and said, "I only came here when I missed you too much. When things got too hard I would come here and…" She blushed and looked down at her feet. "Talk to you like you were with me."
Hitsugaya lifted her chin with his fingers. "I'm here now so stop crying." He grinned and added, "Bed-Wetter." She attempted to glare but broke into a wider smile instead. "Come on," he said and took her by the hand and led her to edge of the pond.
Hinamori took off her sandals and socks, and waded in the shallow water. An oddly curious black and white fish swam up to her ankles but jutted off in a flash when she wiggled her toes. "Hitsugaya!" she called and splashed a handful of water at him. She laughed when he glared and his wet hair stuck to his forehead.
With a smirk, Hitsugaya bent down and was about to splash Hinamori when his head let out a fierce throb as if letting him know that the headache was still there. He winced and rubbed his head.
"Are you okay?" He heard Hinamori's worry stricken voice ask.
"I'm fine," he answered. Hinamori placed her hands on her hips and raised one eyebrow in a motherly fashion.
"I wish you would tell me what's wrong. I want to help you but you never let me," she said in an angry tone.
His eyes grew wide in surprise. When had she gotten so demanding? "It's only a headache."
"It seems to be a pretty bad headache," she said in her normal, soft voice. She gently smoothed the wet strands of hair from his face. "I think you've been under too much stress."
"You are beginning to sound like Unohana." He grinned, "But you don't scare me like she does."
She giggled slightly. "You are always helping me and I just want to return the favor for once and make you feel better," she said, then spun him around and guided him to a nearby tree where they sat down next to each other in the shade.
Summoning all of the courage he possessed, Hitsguaya laid his head in her lap. He felt her tense for a moment but she quickly relaxed and began to run her fingers through his hair. A sweet melody escaped Hinamori's lips as she hummed a lullaby. The soft fluctuations of her voice with the added caress of her fingers in his hair sent him right to sleep.
Hitsugaya drowsily opened his eyes, turned his head to look up at Hinamori and smiled. She was fast asleep with her head resting against the tree trunk. An unexpected feeling rose up inside of him.
"Momo," he whispered just to say her name, and still looking up at her from her lap, he continued very quietly, "Will you ever be my Momo?" Tenderly, he raised his hand and ran his fingers across her silky cheek. "I've been your Toshiro from the moment I first saw you, weather you knew it or not…weather I knew it or not." Then for reasons unknown except to the deepest desires of his heart, he carefully rose himself up and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
She only stirred slightly in her sleep, turning her head a little to the side. Hitsugaya laid his head back in her lap and could not, would not turn his eyes away from her. Then she woke with a start, immediately touching her lips in puzzlement. After a moment of taking in all of her surroundings, she caught Hitsugaya's eyes and blushed at the intensity of them. "Have you been awake for long?"
He shook his head and answered, "No, I just woke up." Hinamori resumed stroking his hair and he closed his eyes.
"Shiro?" she asked shyly.
"Hm?"
There was a long pause before she spoke again, "Never mind."
He opened one eye. She had a peculiar expression; one he had never seen before. There were no words he could use to describe it. That sparkle in her eyes, the glow of her face as she gazed down at him made even the sun look dim and lifeless. She smiled serenely when she saw one of his eyes open. Then he finally understood; she was his Momo…
Hinamori turned a corner while leaving the Fifth Division and bumped right into someone. The papers she was holding flew out of her hands, scattering in every direction. She didn't know who the man was, someone from the Fourth Division from the look of it, but he was kind enough to help her pick them up. He kept apologizing and all she could think to do was to smile sweetly. As she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, she caught a glimpse of someone leaning against the nearby wall. She beamed and her heart fluttered against her chest. It was Hitsugaya. He was watching her with amusement and a light grin across his face. She gave him a small wave, and he pulled his hand out of his pocket to send one in return.
Soon the papers were all picked up and in Hinamori's arms. The man apologized again saying, "I'm sorry Vice Captain Hinamori! I should pay more attention to where I'm going."
"It's not all your fault," Hinamori answered pleasantly. "I wasn't paying attention either."
"Thank you!" he said and bowed. He turned to walk away and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Hitsugaya. "C-Captain!" the man sputtered and bowed low. Hitsugaya simply looked up at him without a hint of emotion before the man scurried off.
"You like scaring people, don't you," Hinamori remarked as she walked over to him, the stack of papers held closely to her chest.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It's what I do best."
She let out a tinkle of laughter. "Oh! I have something for you." She searched through the papers in her arms and took out a small stack, handing it to him. "Here you go, Shiro."
He stared at the pile of paper in her hand with distaste but took it anyway. "Thanks, and don't call me Shiro. It's Captain Hitsugaya, Bed-Wetter Momo," he said and hit her lightly on the top of the head with the papers.
"And it is Vice Captain Hinamori, not Bed-Wetter Momo," she chided with amusement glinting in her eyes.
Suddenly, Hitsugaya grew serious in a business-like manner. "Hinamori, I need to speak with you."
"Of course," Hinamori said, fear beginning to rise. Immediately thoughts of something horrible happening sprang into her head. Was he leaving on another long mission? Were there threats from a new enemy?
Hitsugaya briskly walked away, expecting Hinamori to follow. She had to jog to keep up with him and she was beginning to get annoyed that he wouldn't slow down, but her fear rose faster. "Hitsugaya?" she called worriedly. "Hitsugaya?" she asked again when he didn't respond. He kept on walking but Hinamori managed to get a hold of his wrist to stop him. "You're scaring me Hitsugaya. What's going on?"
His face softened. "It's nothing to be scared about," he said gently and took her hand. His eyes scanned the area around them earnestly. "Come with me." Quickly, he led her to a supply closet. A fowl stench wafted from it once the door opened.
"Um, Shiro…" Hinamori said hesitantly. Hitsugaya only rolled his eyes and tugged her inside.
She was positive this was where the Fourth Division stored their supplies that were used to clean the sewers. It certainly smelled like it. It was a reasonably large closet but it was so full of brooms, mops and other cleaning tools that there was hardly room for the two of them. Conveniently, there was a light above them that Hitsugaya flicked on.
"So…what did you need to talk to me about?" asked Hinamori, trying to breathe through her mouth so the smell wouldn't be as bad.
"Right…" Hitsugaya grew quiet and became very adamant about how straight the papers in his hands were.
To keep him from stalling any longer, Hinamori carefully pulled the papers out of his hands. He met her eyes and gulped audibly. Why was he so nervous? Then it finally hit her. He couldn't be trying to confess his feelings? Could he?
"Momo, I…" he began but hesitated, and ran his hand through his hair in desperation.
Wanting to give him some encouragement, Hinamori whispered "Yes?" and closed the distance between them in one easy step.
He really wasn't expecting that. He sprang backwards and ran into a stack of mops that crashed to the floor, some hitting him in the back of the head on the way down. Hinamori couldn't help but to burst into a fit of laughter. Hitsugaya rubbed his head and managed a glare in her direction under all of his nervousness. "I'm sorry. What were you going to say?" she asked and ruled out 'encouraging' him again.
Hitsugaya sighed with slight annoyance. "Momo, I don't want to be friends anymore."
Hinamori's face fell dramatically. He didn't want to be friends?
"No, that's not what I meant!" He reached out to grab her elbows. "I don't want to only be friends. I…I want to be more than that."
Was she hearing this right? She must be dreaming; it was too good to be true!
Hitsugaya's hand rose to his hair again and he continued, "I'll understand if you don't feel the same. I thought you might…I was hoping…"
Hinamori placed a finger on his lips to stop him from rambling. "Hush," she said softly. "I feel the exact same way."
"You do?"
Hinamori answered by placing her lips against his. She very slowly broke away, looking up into Hitsugaya's wide turquoise eyes. Her face flushed bright red when she realized what she had just done, but a lopsided grin spread across Hitsugaya's face. Then he gathered Hinamori securely in his arms and kissed her right back.
It was the third Wednesday of the month and that meant the Fourth Division was in charge of cleaning the sewers. Naturally, Hanataro was appointed cleaning duty by himself. He walked alone down the hallway to the supply closet just outside of his division, humming a cheerful tune.
He pulled the keys from his pocket and stuck them in the key hole but found that it was already unlocked. "Someone must have forgotten to lock the door," Hanataro said to himself and continued his humming while turning the handle.
Expecting to find a dark room filled with cleaning supplies, Hanataro instead found two sets of eyes staring back at him, one brown and one turquoise. The couple was in a tight embrace but jumped apart when he walked in. The three stood staring awkwardly at each other, not knowing what to say or do.
The white haired young man recovered first. Clearing his throat, he said, "Hello, um…" He gave a sidelong glance at the girl beside him.
"Hanataro," she answered.
"We were…"
But Hanataro didn't hear the rest of the sentence. It had just dawned on him who these people were. How could he forget the slender, dark-haired beauty from the Fifth Division and the notoriously icy Tenth Division captain?
"…go now."
"Vice Captain Hinamori knows my name!" he blurted out suddenly. "I am unworthy of such recognition." Hinamori wore a puzzled expression and glanced wearily at the young captain next to her. "And Captain Hitsugaya of the Tenth Division, I am sorry for barging in on you. Please forgive me!"
Hitsugaya's eyebrows furrowed deeper on his forehead and he replied with annoyance, "Just don't mention this to anyone."
"I won't sir!" Hanataro said while Hitsugaya brushed past him, followed by Hinamori.
"Bye Hanataro, it was nice to see you," Hinamori said with a slight wave of her hand and Hanataro found himself waving back. She smiled before catching up with Hitsugaya and intertwined her fingers with his.
"I wonder what they were doing in the supply closest. Seems strange to me…" he thought out loud. He pondered for a quick moment and shrugged, "Oh well," and continued the happy tune he was humming.
The sun set behind Soul Society, pouring bright pink, purple and orange all across Seireitei. The lingering perfume of the May flowers danced around in the air along with the cool breeze. On his porch, Hitsugaya stood lost in his private thoughts; his eyes stared unblinkingly at the landscape in front of him. He didn't move until a soft voice sounded behind him. He blinked but kept still. Night had fallen and the moon glistened against the inky sky.
"Matsumoto just told me," Hinamori said gravely. Hitsugaya stayed where he was but let Hinamori's voice wash over him and tried to commit the sound to his memory.
The next thing he knew Hinamori had her arms wrapped around his waist and her chin on his shoulder. "Why do they always send you on the really dangerous missions?" she breathed in his ear. After a long while, she said in a fragile voice: "Toshiro…. Promise me you'll some back safe."
Hitsugaya took one of Hinamori's hands and pulled her in front of him. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She's such a crybaby, he thought and caught a droplet on his finger. "I'll be fine. Just worry about yourself."
"But I don't care about me, I care about you. And you get reckless when you fight, so I'm worried you might do something stupid," Hinamori stated bluntly much to Hitsugaya's pride.
"Only when it involves you," he mumbled too quietly for her to hear. "I won't do anything stupid, and I promise I'll come back safe."
Hinamori folded her arms across her chest. "I am not convinced."
Hitsugaya's eyebrows furrowed and he sighed. Taking both of her hands and looking squarely into her deep brown eyes, he said, "I promise I'll come back safely, for you."
"That will do," Hinamori said with a grin and he grinned in return, pulling her against him. Hinamori sighed and clung to the front of his robe as if at any moment he might slip away. "How long will you be gone?"
"About a week," he whispered against her hair.
"I don't want you to leave," she replied sadly and lifted her head a little from his shoulder to see his face. "Can we stay like this forever?"
Hitsugaya placed his lips on her forehead. He also wished they could stay like this. It was so peaceful standing together under the stars. Hinamori snuggled deeper against him, and he broke into a wide smile. He had waited so long for a moment like this. "I love you Momo," he said in her ear.
She lifted her head and stared at him in wonder, and then smiled brightly. "I love you too."
Hitsugaya cupped Hinamori's face with his hands and kissed her soundly, unperturbed that Matsumoto had just walked onto the porch.
As repulsive as it could have been to catch Hitsugaya and Hinamori swap saliva, Matsumoto thought it was kind of sweet to see the two of them together at last. Heaven only knew the two of them needed more happiness.
For once in her life, Matsumoto felt bad for spying. It seemed she had stumbled upon something truly intimate as Hitsugaya and Hinamori stood together, whispering and smiling. Hinamori stole a kiss from Hitsugaya and took a step back to leave. She continued to back away while keeping her eyes fixed on him until she came to the edge of the porch. Hopping down from it, she glanced back and waved goodbye. Then she disappeared as she flash-stepped away.
As silently as she could, Matsumoto walked over to her captain. He looked up at her through squinted eyes and she stared back with a broad grin. They continued to stare down each other as if daring the other to speak first. But the longer Matsumoto looked at Hitsugaya, the incident she had just witnessed between him and Hinamori became sharper in her mind.
"I can't believe I caught you kissing Hinamori," she blurted out, unable to suppress the urge to rub it in his face.
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes and turned away from her but not before she caught the grin across his face. "What do you want anyway, Matsumoto?" he asked, walking a few feet away from her.
Matsumoto flicked a long lock of hair behind her shoulder and sighed dramatically. "I seem to have forgotten what I came here for…" She leaned back against the porch's railing in such a manner that would have made other men roll around on the floor like dogs. Hitsugaya, however, only shot her a nasty look.
"Then leave Matsumoto. I'm going to sleep," he stated flatly and turned around to open the door to his room.
"Wait!" She called after him. Hitsugaya stopped before walking into his room and turned to face her. "I just remembered what it was. Everyone's been wondering if you and Hinamori are together. The way you guys look at each other, how you're always holding her hand. This kid, Hanataro, mentioned something about you guys being in a closet. Even Kenpachi is suspicious..."
"Get to the point, Matsumoto."
"Well, they wanted me to ask you if it was true, but I got more than just a simple answer."
Hitsugaya didn't respond but shook his head and continued to walk into his room.
"Captain," Matsumoto said in a quiet voice. He stopped and faced her, his expression relaxed. "I'm glad you and Hinamori are together. You deserve happiness Captain, you really do. I'm so happy for the both of you!" Tears began to pool in her eyes and she gathered Hitsugaya in a tight squeeze.
"Thanks, Matsumoto," he mumbled awkwardly.
She pulled away from him and dashed a tear from her eye. "Alright, I'm tired. Good luck on your mission and don't do anything stupid or reckless," she warned as she walked off the porch and raised a hand in farewell.
Torn, battered and bruised, Hitsugaya took his time walking out of Seireitei and towards the bustling Rukongai. Instead of making his way through the throng of people doing spring shopping, he took a left leading into the forest. His feet met the soft grass and relieved his throbbing soles. He readjusted the strap holding his zanpacto around his shoulder, easing the pain from his back. There was a sharp sting from the corner of his right eyebrow. He fingered it tenderly but it wasn't bleeding so he continued to trudge along. A cool breeze swept through his hair and pulled him along as if by some invisible force to his destination.
Through a clearing of tress he spotted pink blossoms and a small blue pond. A newfound strength from within his gave him the power to hike the rest of the way. Amidst the trees was a small figure with long black hair, sitting on a smooth rock. Hitsugaya crept closer, making sure that his spiritual pressure was completely masked. He leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered, "Momo."
She sprang into the air with a loud yelp. The book that she had been reading flew out of her hands and landed several feet away. She spun around to face the intruder, her hand on her zanpacto but froze when she saw who it was. "Shiro!" she shouted ecstatically.
Hinamori flung her arms around his neck, nearly pushing him over but he managed to support himself on a nearby tree. An odd sound came from him then. It was a sound deep in his throat that he couldn't keep down. Hitsugaya laughed and he couldn't stop laughing. He was so happy!
"I missed you," Hinamori mumbled against his lips. Hitsugaya wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer and kissed her while still laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" asked Hinamori while giggling herself after they broke apart.
"I don't know. I must be happy to see you," he answered and gave her another quick kiss.
She took a step back to take in his appearance. "You look terrible! Did you not see Captain Unohana yet?"
Hitsugaya looked down. There were several gashes in his robe along with many visible bruises and cuts on his skin. At the bottom of his haori was a large blood splatter that he was positive wasn't his. "Not yet. I asked where you were but everyone told me that they hadn't seen you for a couple of hours. I knew you would be here and left immediately."
"Come on, you're seeing her right now," Hinamori said and tugged on his arm. He didn't budge but folded his arms across his chest and gave her a stern look that said he wasn't going anywhere.
"I look worse than I am. After all, I did walk all the way here," he pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Alright, we can stay here for a while," she said, clearly not minding.
There was a sudden pick up of the wind and a strong gust that swept away the reminding flowers from their perch on the trees. They swirled and danced around them, and their fragrance filled Hitsugaya's nose making him sneeze. He heard Hinamori giggle and looked up to see her spinning around with her arms stretched out wide and her head tilted up to the sky. The flowers spun with her in a whirlwind of pink and white.
"It's almost like it's snowing in June!" Hinamori shouted excitedly.
Hitsugaya threw his head back with a jovial laugh. "You're such a dork, Bed-Wetter!"
"Come on, Shiro! It's fun!" she said with a laugh, still spinning around in circles.
"No way," he said flatly.
Hinamori stopped and looked at him with a frown. "Why not?"
"There is no way I am twirling around in flowers with you." He had to keep at least some of his dignity. He was a twitterpated fool now that he had Hinamori. Even as he was on his mission, in a death match with his opponent, he began to giggle like some kind of school girl because something reminded him of Hinamori. That wasn't something he wanted to remember.
Big brown eyes suddenly appeared in front of him. "Please?" Hinamori begged with a hopeful smile. He hated it when she looked at him like that but he wouldn't give in.
"No, and nothing you say or do will change my mind," he said and watched as her hopes were dashed away.
"Fine," she replied with a huff, "I knew you wouldn't anyway." She took a step closer and he had to resist his initial reaction to back away. It still made him nervous when she did that. Her hand reached out to the cut on his eyebrow that had pained him earlier. She delicately touched it and was completely lost in her thoughts for a moment. Then her expression lit up. "Can you make it snow?"
"You want me to make it snow?" he repeated, making sure she wasn't kidding around.
Hinamori dropped her hand from his face. "Unless you can't…"
Hitsugaya glowered. She really knew how to get to him. Without much effort, he began to raise his spiritual pressure far above what he normally let off. Hinamori beamed when she realized he had caved in to her request. The air around them dropped significantly until they could see their breath. Grey clouds swirled above them and the wind picked up. A single snowflake fell from the sky and landed perfectly on the tip of Hinamori's nose. More brilliant white snowflakes fell, glittering down on them.
Hinamori looked up to the sky in wonder. "Now it really is snowing in June," she whispered.
"It's not that fascinating," replied Hitsugaya and dusted the snow from her hair.
"Yes it is, Toshiro. You make snow so beautifully." She didn't give him time to respond but exclaimed, "Oh, look at the pond!" She rushed over to it and Hitsugaya slowly followed after her.
Ice lined the edge of the turquoise water. The frozen ring quickly spread to the middle of the pond like wildfire. Hitsugaya caught Hinamori shiver, pulled her over and cradled her against him. He slowly dropped his spiritual pressure and the temperature began to rise. The snow glistened like tiny moons as the clouds moved apart for the sun to beam down. It was incredible to watch the seasons change from winter to spring so rapidly.
Hitsugaya peered down at Hinamori securely in his arms. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and smiled. He realized then that through the bitter winters he had trudged through in his life, there had always been spring. His spring.
This is a story about a boy and a girl, of ice and fire, of the moon and the sun, of Winter and Spring.
The End
It's over! I had too much fun writing this chapter (sorry that it's so long!). At first I thought it would such but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I hope you guys are too. It's been a blast, my friends, and I am so thankful to all of those who stuck with My Spring! :D
