Cherry Blossoms Again

Spring came once more.

We were starting high school soon, but today, we met again under the sakura tree. It was blooming, just like our first week of middle school.

"Three years went fast," I said.

"But you're still here," she smiled.

We sat on the bench, shoulder to shoulder, watching petals fall. I reached into my bag and pulled out the same photo we took in the snow.

"Still got it," I said.

She laughed. "Still got the bracelet too."

We didn't need big words or promises anymore. We just sat there, surrounded by memories and blossoms.

Because when love starts young—and true—it blooms again, no matter the season.

End of Volume One