This is the longest drabble yet... And another I'm not so sure on. Tell me what you think of it!
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...Of Seasons
How lovely it was, being like this. Just calm, relaxed, no hurry or worry. Looking at the blooming sakura and talking with Maya-chan.
Though he did hope that the owner of that white, white hand would come down and sit beside him. Would look at him and smile at him.
She must have a lovely smile, Maya-chan.
Every morning when he went to that tree, she would already be there. Every day, she would stay up there, the only visible part of her being that hand. And every evening, she would remain after him.
At one point he had joked that Maya-chan must live up in that tree, but she had become silent, and in fear of her never coming back the next day, he had apologized. Not desperately, like he felt, but calmly stating his own error and asking for her forgiveness if he had been rude. She had laughed, and changed the topic.
How lovely it all was...
The realization was like a punch in the guts, it drained him of his strength, leaving him empty and unable to leave his bed for a few days.
He had gone there, to the sakura tree, but Maya-chan had not been there. He had thought that one day would be of no matter, so he had returned to the tree the next day. But Maya-chan had still not been there. For three days, he had returned to the sakura, and she had not been there.
Maya-chan had disappeared with the sakura's blooms.
The next year, when the sakura was blooming again, he remembered abruptly Maya-chan and their talks. In a fit of remembrance, he had gone to their meeting place, only to find a small, white hand emerging from the tree.
I'm getting repetitive, but... Review! Please! :)
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