Snow

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Snow gently fell from the sky, as if it were dancing on the way toward the ground. Little flurries in different shapes, and sizes - ice crystals in temperatures that were cold enough to support it on its way down toward the ground.

It was bittersweet.

The rememberance of...her. Kaori Miyazono, the violin pridogy - the person that he held close to his heart, the very person he called dear. Gone. She was gone. The cheery, yet very irritating blonde haired musician, with aspiring words; she was with him every step of the way, no matter what he did wrong.

All the memories they shared. Even the time where she called him a pervert, chasing him down with her instrument. The time where she was determined to finish that song, no matter how many times he stumbled. Gosh, she was stubborm - really stubborn. He could even hear the bratiness of her voice in his head, ringing over and over again. The demanding sounds of her voice, commanding him to follow her orders. 'Give me canelés!' He chuckled at the memory -

But it immediately replaced with a frown.

'Sorry I hit you so much.'

'Sorry I was such a brat.'

'Sorry a million times over...'

There was nothing she should have been apologizing for. It was him, who should have apologized - she was so selfish, yet...

Now he couldn't hold back the tears. It couldn't be helped, everywhere he looked was just a mere reminder of Kaori Miyazono. The girl who quit piano to play violin instead, just because of him. The girl who started playing violin, to see him once more, to perform with him. The girl who aspired to be just like him one day, to be by his side.

But she couldn't do that. She was already gone.

Mord bittersweet memories passed through his mind, as more flurries of snow fell.

'Don't you think snow looks just like cherry blossom petals?'

And yet another Spring was coming without her. Another Spring ever since her passing.
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Eheheh. Not really what I had in mind, but it works! It's short, that's why it's called a DRABBLE. D r a  b b l e.

Totally didn't figure out that a drabble is a 100 piece word of writing, heheh...

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