Hanataba
I wear the same mask around you as I do around everyone else, afraid if I let you see the real me, you will rip out your own roots just to disentangle yourself from me.
Read MoreThere are fairies in the costume shop, of that much I am certain.
Read MoreThey exchanged a series of signs which they had developed between themselves, more fluid and expressive than those used by their mother.
Read MoreI can't imagine too hard, I think, because then I'd break reality for everyone else.
Read MoreThe second time you proposed, we both wept. Beneath the sakura—“our” sacred cherry tree—with salty kisses and breathless vows that after the war was over and you came back home, we’d get married, right there, amid the swirling, dancing drifts of palest pink and white.
Read MoreBehind me flowers spring up just to wither away as the coarse ground cuts up my clothes and skin. The soil’s not enough to keep life abundant.
Read MoreThe woman in the tree saw all of this. She rode the currents of the feelings that swelled around her constantly, she held them all in her mind with sympathy and love.
Read MoreExcuse my melodrama, but the Fairyfolk have been defamed—nay, disgraced—in print and color!
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