Falling for Sakura
“Sleep, my dear Darce, and I will watch over you.”
Little Darcy nodded and closed his eyes.
“Snow? Why do cherry blossoms fall?” he asked suddenly, gazing off at the tiny petals raining on them.
“They are the tears of spring, Darcy, the tears of spring,” she replied, smiling as she, too, gazed up at the swirling flowers that surrounded them.