Blossoms Fall

A/N: Scene breaks indicate change from present to memory

It's morning. A beautiful Sunday morning. The sun shines brightly through our bedroom window. It's shimmering rays illuminating your soft white skin as you lay on the bed beside me. The light causing your skin to glow.

You look so peaceful and innocent, lying there beside me. Your eyes closed. You never cease to amaze me. How every morning I wake up to this breathtaking sight. I make sure of it.

I've never told you, but I purposely wake up before you. Just to lay here and watch you.

How did I ever get so lucky to meet you?

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It's hard to remember. It was so long ago. You were only a year old and I was two. My mother had brought me over to your first birthday. I was fascinated with the new surroundings. It was perhaps the first time I had seen so many green trees since I lived in the city. Though my attention shifted. I vaguely remember being fascinated with your black hair, as my mom scolded me frequently for trying to tear it off of your head.

I somewhat remember you being hesitant towards me at first, but when I started to cry (since the black object of my want would not stay in my little hands), you crawled to me and hugged me.

I remember your warmth, as well as the triumph of having that black hair within my grasp.

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From that moment on we were inseparable. Even our mothers could tell. Since the very beginning, you and I had a special connection. We were meant to be together.

A bit of pink catches my eye from the direction of the open bedroom window. As I turn turn to face the window, I can feel how weary my body is. I guess that's to be expected.

Cherry blossoms are starting to fall. It's beautiful. I remember the first time you told me that you loved blossoms.

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It was early May. You were eight years old, I was nine. We were playing in a large arborium my mother took us to. You ran off ahead over to the cherry blossom trees.

"Wow! Trunks, look at all the pretty flowers!" Your smile wide in delight at the sight.

"I think they're called Cherry blossoms. Their nothing special."

"You know everything, don't you Trunks!" You looked at me with an admiring gaze. The one you've graced me with for as long as I can remember.

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "What do you expect from a genius." I was such an arrogant brat back then, wasn't I?

Wind blew through the trees and the blossoms began to fall.