Sakura

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 19, 2016

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As the cherry blossom fell in a riot of emotion, a single strand of bewitching honeyed hair beats in the gusts of wind that steals my breath. Whipping slowly intoxicating me into a fanciful daydream in which I shall never escape. It was a Sunday, I remeber this well. Her warm breath on my cheeks like a phantom stripping my lungs of all my precious essence. With an entanglement of books our hands brushed siezing the bedraggled mess which surrounded the cobblestones of central Osaka. Her face was flushed speckled with animated rose, eyes slightly watered from the vigorous gales. After apologising and arming her with her horde of books, she smiled ever so slightly. It was as though any further movement of her luscious lips may fracture her mellow features. Gently replacing her caramel strands of hair behind her peachy ear, her eyes flickered upward joining with mine. A face I could not read considered me, stood up straight, and began to stride away. To my surprise, for a moment I felt as though my entire world had collapsed in on me. This girl, this marvelous girl, was about to disappear. In a flurry of fear I scurried to rejoin her, again to my surprise she didn't bat an eye lid at my hurried attempts at gaining her attention. I asked her name, where she was going, if she was attending Osaka University, nothing but minuscule murmurs escaped her mouth. As if by magic she managed to dissapear into the crowds with a single whisper playing an echo within the walls of my ears; Kazumi Kohta. 

For two weeks I could not comprehend what had over come me that day. Did I scare her? Or maybe agitate her in some form. Had I driven her away? All that my mind could focus on was her ever awry golden mess, piercing emerald eyes, and cheeks the fleshy colour that the winds had created. I no longer loved the prolonged lectures on the complexity of the human brain. All I wanted was to see her face again, it was as though she was a omnipotent cherub sent to bewilder me. Just as I began to settle into the cool metal seats of the lecture room, she burst into the dull hall. It was as though the grey walls dissipated leaving behind the colours and textures of nature itself. Delicatley she positioned her blonde locks behind her ear once again in a suttle fasion. Seemingly she glided to her seat three rows in front of me, perched down and began violently tearing through the text book. Stopping every so often to glance at a page or two she finally found the page we were studying. Mr Takagi began to drone on in his monotone voice, but to me all I could hear was white noise. I observed every tiny movement she made, the way her hair gently swaged with her delicate frame. I could not longer bare not being near her, so I silently rose upward and scrambled next to her.
"Hello Kohta" I whispered. 
In response she glanced at me puzzled and returned to tapping her pen on the blank paper in fornt of her periodically. She had not made any notes for the entire lecture, she appeared to only be present to gain attendence marks. 
"Aren't you going to note some of this down, haha, its kind of important"
She "shhed" me. It was the most I had got out of her the whole hour I had been next to her. So I continued to distract and annoy her, yes it was rude and obstructive but at least she recognised me as a living, breathing creature. Every now and then I would splert some form of random conversation to which she would either nod at, or grumble something about me being too loud. Finally the lecture ended and she began to gather her belongings before retreating to where ever she had come from. I caught up with her in the bustling halls and grabbed her arm.
"Please I just want to talk with you, I am new here and you seem friendly" I pleaded.
She nodded lightly and tugged my sleve to signify she wanted me to follow. But she didn't let got, dragging me by my arm she stopped at a quiet coffee shop just around the corner from the university. It was huddled away between two large obscenities which appeared to be a toy shop and some style of clothing store, possibly designer. It was an odd place, the walls were painted a ivory white with dark oak flooring. Sparsly furnished with odd tables of all shapes and colours, and quirky chairs. The walls were lined with a variety of collectable mugs, old fashioned oddities and the occasional painting of trees or lakes. Khota nestled herself into a corner in the far right of the room toward the back where the lighting was dimmed. With wide eyes she beckoned for me to sit. Compared to my surroundings I felt like a bull in a china shop, too large and bulky to settle down properly. This time, instead of ingonring my existence she appeared to be glaring right at me, percing straight through my material body straight into my soul. You maybe able to imagine how unsettling this was. Though I was not deterred by her strange actions, rather I bathed in the attention she all of a sudden was granting me. 


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