Cherry Blossoms

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The ominous clouds loomed above, casting an endless shadow on the town below. In an old building in an abandoned neighborhood, sounds of distressed weeping could be heard, echoing through the ghost town. His tears flowed out, his quiet cries filling the silent room. He kept mouthing inaudible words into her ear. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't save you. I couldn't save us. I have failed. Please, forgive me. Forgive me, forgive me," he kept whispering over and over, clutching her tighter with every passing second. He held her in his arms, her blood slowly tainting and shattering his soul. His precious delicate cherry blossom was withering in front of him.

Sakura and I met two years ago, during the summertime. I was a recently graduated foreign exchange student from America, studying abroad in Japan. She was the most amazing girl ever. Not only was she beautiful but she was smart and her heart was warm and kind. She always went out of her way just to help someone in need whenever she could. We were madly in love, even though we had trouble communicating our fiery passion for each other the first few months. She would teach me Japanese, while I taught her English. As time went on, our love grew stronger and stronger rapidly. The first sentence she had ever learned was, "I kiss you."
One night, on our two year anniversary, we went to this famous expensive restaurant I knew she always wanted to dine in. Over the years, I've loved her more and more everyday, if it was even possible and I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to propose, to make her mine forever. Just as I was about to ask the question I had been waiting all my life to ask, the door was busted open. A pair of men with scars all over their ugly faces ste...

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...but I knew one thing was certain. I was here for a reason because of something that happened when I was alive, something unfair and cruel. I had so many adventures with my new friends. But when Otonashi appeared, I knew something was going to change. It was nice but I realized I had to move on. But how would I do that, if I don't remember anything?
I was dancing by myself one day. I don't know why but whenever I dance, I feel something indescribeable. I feel like dancing is somehow connected to my past. As I was dancing, I felt a cherry blossom flower fall and gently landing on my cheek. And then, I knew. The answer I had been searching for the last three years, why I was here, what was my purpose in life. The answer stood in front of me, giving me the same smile as before. She took my hand and walked with me towards the blinding white light. I was finally free.

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