Sakura Wall Novels & Stories

She smiled to me as she walked out closing the door behind her. I looked around the room. The room had a very traditional Japanese vibe to it. With all the bamboo printer tiles and curtains. To left there was a glass sliding door leading to a balcony. I walked out. The scenery from there was beautiful. It gave the full look of the full estate. It was a beautiful sight to hold with all the sakura trees in thier full glory, green grasses, flowers. The cold but yet warm breeze blowing. The breeze felt amazing, carrying along with the smell of cherry blossoms.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Bigger is better. Looking around briefly, I could tell the house was surrounded by a ring of sakura, giving it the perfect romantic view if the sun set on it. I also knew the windows were the kind that would illuminate and brighten the interior if touched by the sun. In other words, the house would be a beautiful shade of pink like the exterior.

“So it has something to do with your mother….” Suddenly everything became clear for Siena. “My Mom was born in the beginning of April. My grandfather gave her the name Sakura, because it was the time when sakura flowers were blooming in Japan. Do you know that sakura season is short? It only lasts for a month, usually from the end of March until the middle of April. It’s explaining the text ‘every eye admires you for one full moon’…!” Alfonso’s eyes glistened in thrill. “So the next text ‘the land of your origin’ must be Japan, because sakura flower comes from Japan!”

Her small body stood in front of the large wall which was built centuries ago with the blood of many people's deaths. It is a large, thick wall which is so tall that the ending is not visible ... It is built into the sky It was magically protected using the blood of the people who died as a sacrifice in the war. This is the first time she has ever seen this from so near. [looks like built by the heavens from the top] she heard some whispers as she moved in front. She crouched down, placing her hands on her knees, and tried to see if she can see anything.

“ I bought it without hesitation. Next, Harajuku, narrow lanes bursting with color: vintage shops, crepe stands, young girls in pastel Lolita dresses posing for photos. Sakura laughed when I stared wide-eyed at a three-story shop selling nothing but ribbons and lace. She bought me a tiny velvet choker with a single pearl drop. “Something small and secret,” she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.”

“A new member of our marketing team at the company.” Sakura leaned forward and offered her hand. Noah took it and said, “Hi.” “Hi,” Sakura said. “I hope you like it at the office. And I hope Nicolas isn’t too hard on you, you know, working you to the bone,” she whispered. “He’s a workaholic, just like the rest of the family. Well, except for Tristan and Logan.” Another female approached them. The moment Noah saw her, he knew she was Japanese, and she was damn hot. She looked like a supermodel.

Mizu was in awe seeing new and bright things outside the window of the running train. The bright pink flowers of fully bloom Sakura tree, the sparkling blue water of the sea, the conical mountain with snow cups on the top, the red tori gate she saw in the distance, the shrines, the skyscraper buildings that even her eyes can't see the top, and the crowded people wearing gallant clothes much better than the people she saw in town. She was so overwhelmed seeing new things that she can't stop her mouth to gape open.

I looked at her confusedly, and she went to the table just near our spot. She holds the flowers that are covered in pink wrap. A smile crept on my face. "Tada," she said as she presented to me my favorite flower. The'sakura' or cherry blossoms that are natively found in Japan "Thank you, shinyu," I smiled as I held the flowers in my hand. As of now, I can't tell whether I should still carry both of these flowers since they are too big for my hands! "You know what?" I said.

Spring… is only a few weeks away. Sakura stepped out of her apartment that morning. The Tokyo air is still cold, biting at her cheeks and ears. She made her way toward Yoyogi-Uehara Station, ear mufflers wrapped snug around her ears, shielding her from the last reluctant breath of winter. In her ears, “Kaiju no Hanauta” by Vaundy played through her headphones. At the station, the morning train was already packed. Station attendants pushed passengers in so the doors could close. Sakura is among the crowd, squeezed in tightly—just another part of her everyday life.