Little Love.

 

She slept aware, across his lap.  His eyes were closed, as he leant back against the tree.  The sakura blooms.  Petals drift down them, like pink snow.  He has one hand on her head, caressing, and the other, intertwined with hers in an unbreakable bond.  He will never let her go, not this little love.

 

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