Sakura
June 16, 8:11 am, Tokyo, Japan
The sun shone brilliantly above the Tokyo cityscape. A humid, sticky heat had settled between the buildings, the pedestrians packed among them taking refuge indoors, or with ice cream and cool drinks.
Inside a certain love hotel with the air conditioning set to its highest setting, Sakura blinked. The cursor on her screen blinked back, the last word watching her, asking her if she was certain this was what she wanted to put out to the world.
No. That wasn't true.
Usually, that was how Sakura felt when she finished a story. But this time...this time...
It was over. She was done. Everything she wanted to say, everything she wanted to write...it was all there. A profound sense of acceptance washed over her as she leaned back in the bed. She sighed in relief, smiling a little as she scrolled through the document she had written up.
This was it. She was done.
