Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one with the memory

It was a dream. 

a memory. 

something that she thought she'd forgotten.

she closed her eyes. 

turned her head. 

birds. 

when her lids lifted

sakura. 

everything moved slowly. 

she gazed to her left. 

he was there.

he must have been 12. 

he was laughing, he looked so genuinely happy. 

his little blue v-neck, his checkered shorts. 

bare feet. 

she smiled. 

he looked at her, smiling, his eyes widened.

he raised a hand to wave vigerously

she raised her hand to wave back, but saw that his gaze was not on her, but past her. 

she lowered her hand, glancing down at the large, flat, silver stone she was sitting on

it was one that sat at the edge of the river

in the forest

past the tree.

she blinked, hearing a girlish laugh come from her right

she turned her head.

it was her. 

much younger, but it was her. 

the pastel colored shorts and shirt

bare feet

the smile that was missing a few teeth

the sunlight was glowing against her.

the young one laughed, sakura flowers sticking in her hair.

Emi smiled, taking in a short breath of surprise when the young boy ran past her, to the younger girl.

he picked up two small branches of sakura flowers, 

and placed them behind her ears, in her hair.

she smiled up at him

he placed his hands on either of her cheeks,

and pressed his nose and forehead to hers gently

Emi blinked a few times. 

she remembered that day.

looking away, she closed her eyes

when they opened, the room was dark, the ghost of the sun slowly creeping to her window

the bright red numbers on her alarm said 5:03 am

a tear slid down her cheek 

she'd never forget it, again

その春の日。

that,

spring day.