Falling for Sakura
She closed her eyes, and the memory came rushing back to her in full force.
It had been a rainy night, and she’d just had a nightmare about the orphanage and the fire. She’d been crying until her eyes were red and her cheeks were raw, afraid and alone. It had been then when she heard the door open. A few moments later, she felt a boy’s hand touching her face.
“You’re crying, Snow,” he said softly.
Sakura had turned to look at him. “I had a nightmare,” she told him.
He smiled at her and hastily settled himself between the sheets beside her. “I’ll protect you,” he said, pulling her into his small arms.