Falling for Sakura
Akira interrupted.
“It was an accident,” Sakura said, feeling pleased all of a sudden. “I suppose I can’t go on after all.”
Mr. Tachibana didn’t answer. He simply stared at Sakura, his eyes wide in wonder. Without the mask on, she was simply too beautiful for words, especially with the gold glitter lining the recently broken mask still stuck to her flawless face. And those two different-colored eyes of hers. They were simply amazing. One was the color of summer, a bright azure blue like the wide-open spring sky. The other was the color of the cold winter, a mauve gray that he’d never seen before.