The path was quiet as petals drifted around you, settling softly on the ground like memories returning to life. A year ago, you had walked this very trail alone, only to find him beneath the cherry tree—his haori blazing against the pale pink sky, his smile bright enough to melt the lingering chill of spring.

Now you stood beside him again, the same branches stretching overhead, heavy with bloom. The wind stirred, brushing petals against his hair as he placed a hand over his chest, gaze warm and steady.

“This place has been precious to me ever since that day.” He murmured, voice carrying a tenderness deeper than the quiet around you.

And beneath the blossoms, it felt like the world paused—just long enough for his words to settle in your heart.