The Boy and The Girl - Oneshot

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A/N: this was a topic given by one of my friends at school, and apparently I had to write something romantic. That wasn't going to stop me from writing about my ocs and write something with paaaain. I also wrote a really crummy poem on this.

 

The words I was given to write on were; "A boy, a girl, a tree, a book." I didn't follow these words really strictly. The oneshot is also really small. Also, the tense is kinda skewed, but I'll go back and revise it later.

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Imagine that a girl is sitting under a tree - a sakura blossom - and sleeping. Her best friend is sitting next to her reading a book. A breeze blows and petals fall into their faces. The boy brushed them off his book, and sighs in annoyance.

Now imagine another scene; a sweet first kiss. They both were in front of the tree. The girl caught him off hand. It wasn't like those glamorous T.V. kisses where there's a grand build up to it. It was simple and sweet, just like their lives back then.

Their happiness didn't last long. There was a war, and it was just their luck to be on opposite sides. They both had one last meeting before the start of the war. The meeting place of choice was the sakura blossom. Its petals had fallen off due to the coming of autumn. Today was the day both sides had announced their plans for war openly. Come night and the ambushes would start. They had, at most, an hour before the sun went down. She looked at him, and then looked away. There was no need for an exchange of words. He held her in his arms. She kissed him one last time before they parted. She gave him a pendant; her family's heirloom. It was a momento and a feeling of sadness to him.

The war was eyond anything their naïve minds could have pictured. It was beyond gory: mangles bodies piled atop each other, and missing limbs scattered around. People had wounds so bad you could practically see all the folds of muscle and the scenery behind their bodies. The sky had now lost all its colour and was a grey blob. The taste and smell of blood hung around, like an unwelcome guest you couldn't escape. Robery was another unwelcome guest. If you could find something, it was yours. No questions asked.

Consequently, the fated boy and girl never met, at least not in combat. There came times when both of them thought that they saw each other, but it turned out to be a stranger or an illusion. When they finally met, the occasion was not a joyous one.

He found her body, lying motionless between a heap of other bodies; she was dead. He hugged her cold body and cried bitterly for her, crying all the tears she never could cry. He gave her a solitary burial under their special tree.

Three years later, the war came to an abrupt stop. The reason was simple: both parties fell out of supplies. A truce was announced. Soon after that, he visited her grave. He hung her pendant on a branch. The tree seemed to be gratefully accepting it.

'Under the Sakura Blossom

two young lovers sit

one reads and the other sleeps.

I watch, sorry for them,

for soon

one will look over the other's grave

under the sakura blossom'