I'm not one to have things get on my nerves, but this tree...
Are they all like this?
I expected a talking cherry blossom tree to elegant, not crazy.
At one point she started to tell a crazy story that I actually laughed at.
I seemed to be fazed by the fact that there even was a talking tree and that the cherryblossoms over head are just children in wombs.
But it didn't seem like Sherry was JUST a cherry blossom chil.
People say curiosity kills the cat, but can it kill a cherry blossom?
Let's find out.
When Sherry was nice enough to leave which took forever, I asked Cherry what if there was anything different about Sherry and the others.
"She's a CherryBlossom Girl, not child."
Was my answer.
Thanks for the help, you crazy tree.
"The difference is....?
I started waiting for Cherry.
The tree hesitated for a second.
"To put it simply, Sherry was born a girl and knew everything there was to know about people; past and present."
I nodded.
Asking more questions would be... Me, just wanting to see what makes the tree tick.
"Can there be a Cherry Blossom Boy?"
Cherry stayed quiet, but I saw her branches shake to a breeze that never came, as if saying 'no'.
She did it like that because Sherry came back from somewhere, and nowhere.
