Komorebi
Sora, do you remember the time when we first held hands? It was during a spring festival that our highschool was hosting. The sun was just beginning to set, and the phoenix orange light was trickling in through the leaves of the trees. I remember you grabbing my hand, and off we ran away because you didn't want to help our classmates clean up the rest of the booths.
You probably don't know this, but that was the time it felt as if I could breathe for the first time again. As you held my hand softly, anxiously dragging us both into the light patch of trees just behind the school as you were trying not to get caught. You let go, and started giggling, and began speaking about random things about our classmates and about yourself. I only sat quietly beside you, listening to your low voice, and staring at the light that wiggled it's way in through the leaves of the trees.
And as I sat there, enjoying the warm heat radiating from you as we sat side by side. And I realized, I really did love you back then.
So tell me, Sora, tell me how did things end up like this 10 years later.
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Enjoy this heart breaking story of a women, 10 years later, who looks back at her life in highschool and analyzes her relationship with her husband as it slowly falls apart.
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