SARIAN.The wind in Kyoto was soft—nothing like the violent storms I had grown used to. It whispered through the cherry blossom trees like a lullaby, carrying petals through the air. Everything was pink and white, gentle and warm. Peaceful.I watched Don Julio—or rather, just Julio now—as he stood at the edge of the small lake, throwing tiny crumbs of bread to the koi fish. He wasn’t wearing a suit, no expensive watch, no gun on his hip. Just a simple white shirt, loose pants, and the biggest smile I had ever seen on him.I smiled too.It felt unreal sometimes. Like I was dreaming. But it was real. We were really here. In Japan. On vacation. Together.Free.My heart was full.He turned and caught me staring. “You’re not feeding the fish, Sarian,” he said, laughing as he walked toward me. “You’re staring like I’m the main course.”I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Maybe you are. Don’t flatter yourself.”He came closer and took my hand. “You always say that, but you can’t lie to me
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