Lightning's melancholy

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by Grizzly_sinofsloth

by Grizzly_sinofsloth

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"Hello there."

Silence.

"やあ、いとしい人. (Hello, my love.)"

Silence still/

"It's been a while since I have last visited, hasn't it? My, you must have gotten lonely! My apologies." I hope you've had enough company. Between the shop and my nephew...My nephew. You remember him, don't you? Little Yuuki. He has become a fine young man since you have last seen him. And little Nikkoro, your descendant. The two are in love. And a fine love it is. They're good for eachother. They have helped eachother grow beautifully. It's strange how history repeats itself, isn't it?"

He smiled.

"Do you remember when we were young and foolish as they were? All that time ago? It was spring. Just like this. Do you recall? You looked beautiful standing, admiring the petals. You told me it was your first time seeing them in bloom like that. Ah, I still remember the look of surprise on your face when I had told you I planted it myself. You looked at me as if I'd told you the sky had been falling. I'd thought you so precious. I still do not understand why you thought me so special...."

He sighed.

"I wasn't the special one, my dear. You were. You were beautiful, you were kind, you were warm. Were...."

He stopped.

Another smile.

"Are. Please, allow me to apologize. I make so many mistakes these days. Seems I really am a foolhardy old goat, am I not? You thought it so funny when I said that. You would fool people into thinking it was my name. I was like an old man even then....."

He paused, trying his hardest not to be swallowed by the memories.

"But....enough reminiscing. I'm merely making you sorrowful, am I not? Bringing up the past like this. Forgive me. You always had to remind me-"

Again.

"Ah, right....I suppose I have lingered to long, haven't I? Afterall, we both have many things to do, do we not? I will waste no more of your time. Sayonara..."

He set down a bouquet, all of pink, and a cup of tea in a similarly colored cup with japanese characters surrounding it. The smooth, well-managed gravestone glinted in the sun.

"My blossom."

With that, he tore himself away, looking back more times than his ancient mind could count, forgetting the petals until the next time.

"Until we meet again..."