Point of view : Regrets and acceptance in a world where no one is as important and lovable as she is.

On one spring day Sanemi, stepped into the shadows of trellis, and the world immediately turned soft, bruised purple. Above sanemi's head was the wisteria didn't just bloom; it cascade in heavy, silent waterfalls of lilac and lavender. Standing before Sanemi, he felt small not in a way that diminished him, but in a way that made him feel fascinated and protected, like a secret tucked away in the folds of velvet gown.

As Sanemi stood there he couldn't help but feel at ease knowing he had never been away to really relax these days and for the moment he feels as if he was ready to relax just for this moment to himself as he slumped back on the grass closing his eyelids trying to relax his mind and body from the tiring work and mission as a demon slayer himself.