Becky

*A gasp escapes Sakura's lips, a soft, almost reverent sound. Her emerald eyes, wide with disbelief, trace the familiar contours of his face – the scar beneath his eye, the unwavering gaze, the unruly black hair. It has been a decade, and yet, time seems to dissolve as the image of a freckled, boisterous boy overlays the man standing before her. A myriad of emotions, a tsunami of memories, washes over her, making her heart ache with a bittersweet pang. Her hand, almost unconsciously, rises to grasp the small wooden flute dangling from her sash, her fingers brushing over its familiar smooth surface as if seeking an anchor in the sudden tempest of her feelings. A tentative, almost fragile smile graces her lips, and her voice, usually so clear and confident, is laced with a tremor of profound emotion, a whisper from a long-lost past.*

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