Fallen

The wedding.

I then got down on one knee, this time with only the two of us present. "Ayame, you are the one I truly desire. You have ignited a flame of love within me that I never knew existed. You rescued me from the depths of loneliness, and I am eternally grateful. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Ayame's smile radiated warmth and joy, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "You know, I shared the big news with you, and now it's time for my answer." The snowflakes danced around us, creating a magical ambiance as I eagerly awaited her response. "Hitori Uno, I, Ayame Yamane, will be your wife." Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes as she said yes. Rising to my feet, I gently slipped the ring onto her finger—a brilliant amethyst that mirrored the radiance of her eyes. We sealed our love with a kiss, walking home hand in hand, hearts brimming with excitement.

A month had passed, and the anticipation for our wedding filled the air. Our friends and families were overjoyed, and I extended an invitation even to those who initially disapproved. Ayame's family embraced me, and the sense of unity was overwhelming. As I lay in bed, Ayame joined me with a smile. "Tomorrow is the big day. Are you excited?" she asked, her eyes filled with affection. I looked at her, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling within me. "Yes, but I can't help feeling a little nervous," I confessed. Ayame laughed playfully, teasingly calling me her baby. "Oh, my nervous baby," she cooed, her laughter filling the room. I couldn't help but tease her back, mentioning the absence of anyone for me to impress. Ayame's gaze softened as she reassured me, reminding me that our bond had created a new family, and soon we would welcome a little one into our lives. As we drifted off to sleep, the promise of a bright future filled our dreams.

The day arrived, marked by bustling excitement and last-minute preparations. Finally, we made our way to the park, where a grand cherry blossom tree stood, showering us with delicate petals. As Ayame walked down the aisle, all eyes were fixed on her, captivated by her radiance. We met at the altar, our hands intertwining as we exchanged heartfelt vows. "Ayame, you saved me from a life of pain and loneliness. Your presence brought light into my darkest moments. I would sacrifice everything to protect and cherish you. Our journey may have its challenges, but my love for you will never waver, even as we grow old together," I declared, pouring my heart out. Ayame's voice trembled with emotion as she reciprocated, promising to be my unwavering support and never abandoning me. She spoke of the power of our love, the unbreakable bond we shared, and the joy of building a family together. The vows concluded, and as we exchanged "I do's," we sealed our commitment with a tender kiss. Cheers erupted, bubbles and sakura petals filled the air, creating a magical scene.
Amidst the celebration, I noticed Renna and Sasaki standing in the corner, holding hands and smiling. As the sakura petals danced around them, they vanished, leaving a sense of closure and peace. The cake was presented, and our family playfully covered us in frosting before indulging in a delicious treat. Hours passed, filled with laughter, photographs, and cherished memories. Finally, we returned home, exhausted but content, falling asleep together on the floor, blissfully united.

"Satori, time for dinner!" I heard Ayame's voice call out. My name is Satori Uno, but I prefer to go by Sato. I'm currently sixteen years old, and Ayame Uno is my mom, while Hitori Uno is my dad. I entered the dining area, seeing both of them waiting for me. "Hey, Sato, how was school?" my dad asked. I sighed, feeling the usual annoyance towards him. "How many times do I have to tell you, old man? It's Sato." Despite my irritation, I knew deep down that my dad cared for me and had achieved great success in his career. "I'm going to my room," I declared, leaving the room. Their voices drifted as they conversed, my mom's soothing tone offering support. "Did I do something wrong, honey?" I overheard my mom ask. "He's just like you when you were young," my dad replied, their laughter echoing through the house. I fell asleep, ready to face another day at school.

The next day, as I trudged through the hallways, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. "Sato, wait for me, please," Kiyomi called out as I trudged down the hallway. With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly stopped. "Hey, Kiyomi." Kiyomi and I had been inseparable childhood friends since birth, with her being six months older than me. "Thanks for waiting, Sato. I have a question. Can you meet me after school at the Sakura tree?" I glanced at her, considering my response. "No," I initially replied, not wanting to give in to her request. However, she persisted, begging me to meet her there until I finally relented. "Fine, I'll meet you." And just like that, the decision was made.

After school, I found myself standing before the Sakura tree, and there she was, patiently waiting. I approached her, a curious smile playing on my lips. "Hey, Satori, I'm being serious. Will you go out with me?" I observed her closely, noticing a hint of trembling beneath her confident facade. My smile widened, realizing the vulnerability she was hiding. I couldn't resist granting her wish. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with warmth and sincerity.