Sakura Ogami Novels & Stories

More helpful or compassionate than Sakura. She would hate me. Never forgive me for what I was doing to that poor girl….. It was the night I broke. And the night I was remade. Pulling the pieces of us onto that couch, promising. “You’re home, Ayame.” She didn’t have a name and I didn’t know that the violet shade of her eyes only happened when she was terrified. Only that after everything she was soft, and still so resilient. That flower that defied the ice and snow. It’s beautiful blooms effervescent against the frost carrying the light. The example of all gentle flowers with it through that dead and frozen season.