youngforever942
In a room where silence hums like a heartbeat,
a girl begins to remember what it means to stay alive.
Each morning, cherry blossoms gather outside her window,
their gentle fall tracing the rhythm of her slow awakening.
And when she meets him - a boy with eyes full of unspoken storms -
something fragile within her stirs.
Together, they learn that healing is not found in grand gestures,
but in the quiet moments of being seen.
It is an art - delicate, uncertain, and luminous -
like learning to bloom again after forgetting how.