I lay in the meadow, staring at the clouds floating by. My eyes shift over to your sleeping form. I smile when I hear a small snore erupt from you lips. We have escaped the cruelty of people and is now on our own. You haven't slept since our mother was murdered in front of our own eyes by our father. You watched out for me when he was home, always drunk and slurred hateful words. I see the sun setting and sit up. Today is the day we drift back to our real home. I see your body beginning to fade and with one more blink of my eye you disappear, a pile of sakura pedals lay where you were. I feel my body become lighter, weaker. I smile and then I am gone, nothing to prove we were here except, the pedals and our form that is imprinted into the grass. We are finally at peace.
