In the weeks that followed, Lay struggled to find meaning in anything. He returned to the U.S., where everything felt dull and empty without Sayuki. The colors of his life had drained away.
But one night, as he sat in his room, staring at a blank canvas, he thought of her words: "Paint for me. Let our art speak where words can't."
He picked up his brush, and though it felt like a mountain of grief weighed him down, he began to paint. The first strokes were hesitant, but as he continued, he felt her presence, as if she were guiding his hand. He painted the cherry blossoms, her smile, the moments they shared.
And as the colors filled the canvas, a small part of him felt connected to her again.
Their time together in Japan had been fleeting, but it had been full of love and memories that would stay with Lay forever. Even though Sayuki was gone, her spirit lived on in every stroke of his brush.
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The Colors of Fate
RomanceSayuki a 17 year-old japanese girl with a terminal heart condition, knows she has only six months left to live. For the pas two years, she has been in a long-distance relationship with Lay, a Chinese boy who moved to the U.S. at 8 years old. Despite...
