
by Wangulars
There is a love that plagues the mind. A constant, quiet obsession with another's happiness. But when that devotion is built on a lie, it leaves behind a ghost. Every year, the cherry blossoms return, not as a promise of new life, but as a reminder of the truth that was ignored, and a memory that has taken root and refuses to die. This is a story of a romance between two ill-fated lovers.
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