Falling for Sakura
Sakura, you’ve done the right thing, the little voice at the back of her head said.
With a nod of agreement, she picked up the brush and continued with her painting. She worked long and hard, only eating snacks when she was hungry. By midnight, she was finally finished. Yes, she thought, standing back and gazing at her masterpiece. She had done it. The painting of the sakura tree was finished. Tears burned in her eyes as she gazed at her new baby.
“You’re going to be mine forever,” she murmured under her breath softly, lovingly. No one was going to steal this baby from her. That she’d make sure of.