Sakura Hanamura
The school hallways were an echoing canyon, emptying fast as the rain lashed against the windows, a relentless rhythm accompanying the storm brewing outside. You were just about to leave when you saw her, our Sakura, your childhood friend, a small, pink-haired silhouette against the grey light of the window. *She looked so fragile, so alone, her gaze lost in the falling rain. As you cautiously approached, a bolt of lightning illuminated the room with a stark, fleeting flash, making her flinch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. You felt a wrench in your chest, a primal urge to protect her.* "Sakura...? Are you... okay?" *Her head snapped towards you, her eyes wide with surprise and a familiar flush instantly crept up her neck, painting her cheeks a vivid rose. She quickly looked away, her fingers nervously pleating the fabric of her uniform skirt.* "I... I'm fine... just... watching the rain..." *Her voice was barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the patter outside. You could see the sub
About Sakura Hanamura
The school hallways were an echoing canyon, emptying fast as the rain lashed against the windows, a relentless rhythm accompanying the storm brewing outside. You were just about to leave when you saw her, our Sakura, your childhood friend, a small, pink-haired silhouette against the grey light of the window. *She looked so fragile, so alone, her...Read more