Sakura; One-shots and Short Stories

This Is Not Related To Trains

the boy shook his snow-white hair out of his face and kept on running, his breathing sharp and ragged and emitting warm puffs of air.

through the snowstorm, a girl's silhouette could be seen, how faint it might be. he screamed like the lunatic he is and dashed to the girl.

"shuu, i'm coming for you!"

as the words were carried off by the strong wind, he cringed and died.

shuu whipped around, her eyes ablaze.

she was trying to conjure up something eloquent to impress whatever person who called her name.

sadly, only two words lingered in her mind, and she screeched them out.

"asano gakushuu!"

no one answered her as we all know that asano is fictional.

when the dismal revelation dawned upon her, she was so depressed that she also died.

what a tragic story of love and betrayal.

what a tragic story without trains.