He Sleeps Beneath the Flowers

The first year, beneath the wisteria, he made that spring unforgettable. The second year, surrounded by a rain of cherry blossoms, he seemed to be wrapped in an entire sky full of stars. The third year, gardenia petals scattered across the ground, and he fell among the white flowers. The fourth year, ivy covered a whole wall in green. Hidden behind a parasol tree, he secretly watched the girl he had liked for so long. The fifth year, beneath an autumn sky where osmanthus blossoms shone like stars, he bravely drew closer to that little girl. The white clouds were like creamy ice cream for someone in love. The sixth year, dewdrops dotted the lotus leaves as carp swayed happily through the water. Together, they went to see a pond filled with lotus flowers and carp. The seventh year, the sea at the Coral Sea was blue as a jewel. Seabirds soared, little fish leaped, and waves rose one after another. Their laughter seemed as though it could linger forever in that summer. That same seventh year, roses bloomed across England, and a whole forest of ginkgo trees stood silent. She said she had only ever loved him. But she didn't know that before she ever fell for him, he had secretly loved her for sixteen years. He once thought they would have countless springs together, that lovers who parted in autumn would reunite in spring. #YoungAndTenderSecretLove, MutualDevotion, TragicEnding