Spring and blues

SPRING AND BLUES

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8 longing years. Sakura Aiko could feel her 21 year old heart beating in delayed reaction when a faint smile was plastered in the man’s face. She blinked twice, afraid that it might be a dream after seeing her greatest love in front of her again. A sudden wave of memories hit her mind from her childhood squeals and growing up years, voices that inspired her long ago to move forward and the familiar soothing smell of her fathers homemade curry after a long day.

It was her mother's nudge that hurled her back to reality. Inside the small room she quietly sat across him and their eyes met instantly. No words were uttered but his frail hands slowly reached for hers and gently patted it. It was real. Her desperate prayers were heard from above. With twitching lips and quivering shoulders she gave him a warm embrace, it instantly felt home after years of being lost.

Terrified that time might snatch away the remaining days of seeing her father breathing she never left his side while attending on its needs. Life separated them for years and not being able to create last memories with the person close to her heart would make

her feel intense regret. They talked for hours reminiscing how she was like when she was a child. If she is still a crybaby. If she still ditches her mom so she could not wash the dishes. If she still laughs on nonsense jokes. If she had a hard time on academics. Her favorite stuffs. Dislikes on things. Her hopeless romantic love life and their lives when they were distant from each other. Days passed by normally without worries. More like a calm before the storm and the world really has its own way on afflicting pain to humankind deeply.

It was nearly dawn. Silent sobs filled the four corners of the room. With knees on the floor and hands tightly clasping, tears raced down her cheeks. If the heavens want him back now, she prayed desperately for one last thing. To be born as his daughter again. In another life, in another parallel universe not being apart but surmounting life’s battle together, completely.

Walking in the narrow sidewalk, lined with trimmed grasses a bouquet of chrysanthemums were on her hands. Palm trees, cosmos and white kalachuchi adorned the place. Every now and then, passing carved squares made of marble situated in the grass didn’t made her heart heavy anymore. Warmth enveloped her as the sky leisurely changes its hue as the sun bid its goodbye in the west. She felt at ease. It might be the gentle pats or his low and warm voice, the words he would always utter when she feels like a misfit or why his father named her Sakura Aiko for a reason— A beloved child that bloomed happiness to her parents life the moment she was born.