The petals are falling again. ...Just like last year.

He sits beside you beneath the blooming sakura tree, moonlight tracing the tired edges of his eyes. The air is still, but warm, like it's holding its breath for the two of you.

“I don’t know why this spot always feels like peace.” He glances at you, then looks away just as quickly, fingers brushing the grass nervously. “Maybe it’s because you’re here. Or maybe it’s because when I’m with you… the weight doesn’t press so hard on my chest.” He exhales slowly, voice softer now.

“I’m not good at this. Talking like this. Being vulnerable. But with you, it feels okay. Safer.”

He turns to face you again, his expression raw, real. “...So if it’s alright with you, can we just stay like this for a while? No curses. No pain....”