When the Blossoms Fall

1 ~ Who Are You?

This is my first story, so please please please put comments on how i can improve it! Hope you enjoy it!
This is set in a world that when you develop any kind of relationship with a person, a 'tattoo' that symbolises them as a person will appear on their skin. Ye

I looked out of the window of the car, and watched the rain pour onto the street.

The weather was that of like a waterfall, and everyone was under some sort of cover. the myriad of colourful umbrellas reminded me of when I didn't have to go to back to boarding school and when the world held so much more life and vigour to it.

At least I had my family. Both my real family and the one of friends who I treasure.

The direction of the rain on the car windows lead my eyes to my skin. It is marked with the many relationships I have with people. As is everyone else's. Everybody has a sign or thing that relates to them as a person, maybe a dragon for unrelenting temper. Or a lily for peace and beauty. Mine is a Sakura branch, hence my name, Sakura.

I don't really know what the branch means. I hope that its a good thing, but don't they only bloom for a few days a year? Does that represent short life?

Panicked, the tranquil outside starts to calm me down again. I live in London, but i was raised in the far countryside. I remember the sweet scent that the rain would leave almost every day. What i would do to go back... I watch the many people pass. They go on with life without much of a thought for others. One of them here, any person in my line of sight could become a celebrity... They could one day save my life for whatever reason. I quickly study everyone's faces, making sure that all of them might be in a part of my mind so that later i could recognise them.

One of them was waiting next to the traffic light. She had gorgeous chocolate brown hair, falling down in natural waves, and a large tattoo of ivy climbing up her wrist to her neck. The person next to her-

There was a sudden pain in my chest.

I couldn't breathe, all the air in my lungs was gone and my vision went blurry. The boy looked to be clutching his arm. His mouth opened, as if he was trying to shout out, and winced.

Nauseous, I started to feel the pain grow into a distinct shape. The "ink" was pulling in a certain direction... but as I tried to touch it, the sting was enough to deter me from trying again. I was almost paralysed in the back seat of the car, left to look at this one person standing underneath the crying clouds.

His eyes were like honey. A bowl full of honey that was put into the sun. And sprinkled with specks of cinnamon. He had long, messy hair that was looked like it was left to grown like an abandoned back garden. The eyes widened at the sight of me, as we both realised the same thing at the exact time.

The time on the traffic lights ran out. The car started to move away from this boy.

"DAD STOP" i screamed. But the car didn't stop. I don't know why, But i had to ask the boy something. His name? Why? "DAD!!"

My father still ignored me. Wether it was because of his ignorance or because I was silent I did not know, but I needed him to stop.

I just need to know the name! A part of me I didn't even know existed started to scream out in anxiety.

I saw him run out behind me and onto the road. His arm was outstretched and his hand in a grabbing form.

He was chasing after the car. The idiot! He's going to get killed!

Drivers and pedestrians alike were shouting out at him, and eventually he stopped, but not before he tried to reach out. I couldn't see everything, the back window is very dirty, but he's feet started to slow down, he was still reaching out.

He stood in the road, confused. He reached towards his arm and rubbed it.

I subconsciously touched my chest as well. There was new ink. A new tattoo. I got my phone out, then used the camera to look at the tattoo perching on my collarbones.

It's an eagle. Flying across the top of my chest. It was beautiful, i loved it.

I looked back through the window. He's the eagle. It's him.