Novel | Sakura

The canvas showed a sakura tree in full riot, but something was always missing. A figure, perhaps. A shadow beneath the petals. A face glimpsed in a dream and lost upon waking.

“You draw me as if I’m already gone,” Yuki observed, sitting on the stone bench beneath the sakura tree. Her voice was soft, with a static hum beneath it—like a radio playing a song from another decade. sakura novel

The first petal fell on a Tuesday morning, landing on Kaito’s window sill like a pink teardrop. He didn’t know yet that it was a countdown. He only knew that his hand moved faster than his mind, sketching Yuki’s profile in the margins of his grandmother’s old tea recipe. The canvas showed a sakura tree in full