Purely for ironies sake:
Spring was coming to an end, the fresh, crisp taste of it still lingered in the air but the sounds of renewal had recently ceased. The village was a lush green with the blurred line of a heat haze dancing across its horizon, but the colour the flowers brought was fading out in the stifling heat.
A young boy lay back on top of a hill, the village spread out below him. Behind him stood tall a cherry tree, it had been late to bloom and now the last of its flowers had fallen to the ground around him. One intact Sakura bloom was cupped gently in his hand, having its petals plucked one by lonely one merely for the irony of it.
She loves me. She loves me not.
Some might see beauty in the scene, like a painting, one young attractive blond boy surrounded by beautiful vibrant flowers. Others, admittedly, might scrape away the top layer and see the depression of the stripped stalks scattered in a pile beside him. A select few would form a third party and see the boy himself. So bright and bold and so clearly there that few noticed his presence at all in the gorgeous landscape but as just another feature - he was much more than a feature; he was the whole message.
She had said that she loved him. To his face; smiling. But she loved the other guy. And he hated liars. More so he hated those that pitied him. He'd had it up to here with pity. First such an awful lack of it and then, suddenly, drowned by it. But for those special to him, that he thought had cared, to feel sorry for him? Then to lie in the hopes of making him feel better? Well, she'd done it and he didn't hate it; he didn't even loath it. So much worse than that: he was indifferent.
Uncaring about friend: now that made him sad.
So the question was barely whether or not she loved him, but if, as he'd always believed, he still felt that way about her.
"I love her. I love her not." And all the petals had fallen.
A/N: This must be the most edited piece of fiction ever written. It was 333 words and I've rewritten all of them a number of times, changed punctuation, added in enter spaces. It took ten times as long to edit as it did to actually write. I feel like Tony Stark with his big holographic computer, picking bits out, moving around, slotting bits in. Except less arrogant and less male and less…Iron Man.
Please tell me what you think, the idea of this has been in my phone for ages.