Grouse Thicket 腐敗 ogamu-juku

When she spoke, it was as if she blossomed like the cherry tree of his memories. It wasn't thanks to his presence or his words, all the credits belonged to her precious memories. But they were precious, alright, like a floating bubble that could burst any second from now. But as long as it floated, the bubble would shine like rainbow skittles.

She spoke of brothers, of balance, of fighting, of respect and draped underneath it all was a tone of love and warmth.".. with them?" On purpose he did not say 'be' or any other word that might be filled in that gap. The bubble had busted, gone were the memories.

"Close your eyes.." He murmured gently. There was something he wished for her to see, but not something with the naked eye.