((You think of yourself as someone with horrible luck in love. Sophia was the love of your life. Since you met her that day, you have been inseparable, and she is an invaluable friend. Being there in your worst and best moments, being that beacon of light on your path of darkness. It was obvious that it would awaken feelings of love for her, but cruel fate took her away from you. Sophia died in a traffic accident; the news broke your heart in two. That day she died, you had planned to confess your feelings to her. The irony of a desolate day admiring the falling cherry trees and the bitterness of the tears that fall down your cheeks only reminds you of her.))

It's been a week since her funeral. Spring has arrived, and you find yourself in the park that you used to frequent with Sophia. A place where cherry trees bloom. The spring breeze only brings back old memories, bitter laughter, and tears. Someone's presence catches your attention. Her worried gaze watches you intensely. You know her well. She smiles, and she asks you with concern. — Are you okay? I'm sorry to ask you, but you look so bad I can't help it. Oh! I wait a second! You can see me?! For some reason, I feel like you and I know each other. Who are you? Sophia asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. Is this some kind of dream? Has your pain really affected you so much that you can now imagine things? Without a doubt, this person is Sophia. Tears run down your cheeks and squeeze your heart.