SakuraA Story by MelodyA love affair between a Japanese teenager (Sakura) and nature.One girl. One country. 127 million people.
No wonder she felt so small, so inadequate. Her life had quickly become a
monotonous routine of always pleasing others before herself. Sakura
had beautifully brushed brown hair that danced below her shoulders to the
silence of every awkward moment between lovers and liars. Her dark soulful eyes
emphasise the sadness held within. Creating the idea of an ocean of black, moving
calmly with the wind. The skin on her face held no imperfection, no spot or
freckle to be seen. Almost dusty but not dry. A rusty orange scarf hung loosely
and carelessly around her slender neck. Providing her with the idea of a noose.
The hat slanting slightly to the right of her head, also a rusty orange. Her
lips pursed tightly together, biting at her tongue. Kicking
herself for the last words that she said aloud, they were still hanging
tangibly in the air. Hanging so heavily she was positive a bird would come
along and steal her thoughts. “It’s over” she repeated inside her head, trying
to become less foreign to the phrase. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. And soon
enough the words rolled effortlessly from the back of her mouth to the tip of
her tongue. Almost as if someone had gently slotted a coin into her voice box,
and suddenly she came to life. She thought relationships were for life not a
fixed amount of months and days aligned. She saw her heart breaking before her
eyes, the sadness will never end. Now she understood why ‘boys’ began with B.
Boys break bones. Boys break hearts. She
made her way down the worn away wooden steps that she had for years, called her
own. The tapping of her toes on the damp wood made a noise that she wasn’t
unfamiliar with. A musical ensemble. Between the sky and the group she could
see red, yellow and orange trees. Leaves. Bushes. Flowers. The beauty of autumn
overwhelmed her, she could barely breathe. She was aware that the view never
changed, no matter what time of year it was. Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
Through out them all, the trees were still trees. The rivers were still rivers.
As far as she was concerned she was still the same little girl that skipped
down these very steps home from school. As far as she was concerned she was
still a nobody in a sea of everybody’s. She knew the names of everyone at her
school yet nobody knew her face or her name, no one recognised her voice when
she spoke aloud. What was wrong with her? She was the perfect picture of modern
beauty, she was the perfect picture of perfection. Why hadn’t anybody taken any
notice? Maybe
no one knew her because her face was continually buried in books, her hands
were hidden in gloves and her eyes were too gloomy to look at. The
sky changed shades of red as if it had applied make-up for a special occasion.
It was beautiful. The wisps of pink and purple clouds danced happily in the
air, holding onto the memories of summer tightly, hugging it tightly against
it’s chest refusing to let the last few whispers of summer promises slip
through its arms. Her hair floated effortlessly around her, she thought pixies
were tugging at the tips of her hair playfully making her giggle and sing.
Kicking stones back into the correct assigned places had never felt so soothing
to her, the wet leaves stuck to the bottoms of her shoes but she never cared.
She had falling in love again and this time her heart was unbreakable. The
red leaves, orange bark and green grass. Who could ask for more? She was
unhappy yet completely content, she couldn’t figure out her own thoughts. She
came to the end of the wooden path and held her breath, she knew she was the
only person in the world standing where she was standing at this exact moment
in time. Both terrifying and wholesome ways of looking at herself. If she fell
back into the crisp leaves giggling and singing, she knew she’d fit in
perfectly. And no one would be able to find her for the rest of her days.
Growing old while changing skies fell towards her didn’t seem so bad. The
horizon ripped her back to reality. But she knew her red coat and her rusty
orange scarf and hat, her brown hair and pale white skin would transform the
ground into a master piece. No one would ever find her hidden amongst the
nature and nutrition that lay beneath her. In a country of 127 million, she
could never have felt more alone than she does now. © 2011 MelodyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 24, 2011 Tags: Japan, cherry blossom, sakura, nature, beauty AuthorMelodyCarnoustie, Angus, United KingdomAboutI read books, lots and lots of books. And I find inspiration everywhere, and love in the strangest of places. I'm just your typical wanting-to-be-noticed writer waiting for someone to tell me I'm doin.. more..Writing
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