Vast fields of blood-red flowers bloomed in this world of darkness, swaying their bewitching petals in the eternal night wind like leaping flames.
With his back to the sea of crimson flowers stretching across the sky, a trace of helplessness spread over that once-cold, handsome face.
"Naruto, I'm sending you back."
His azure eyes widened in an instant. "Why?!"
"Heh... No matter how far you run, when the vacation is over, don't you still have to go home?"
Whose laughter was swallowed by this desolate crimson haze?
So sorrowful, so utterly hopeless...
You know? I love crimson poppies more than anything.
Those flowers possess an extraordinary beauty, yet they do not know that their beauty serves the ambitions of their fruit. Those with intentions exploit that beauty, turning it into a source of sin.
Poppies themselves have no scent at all, nor any power to beguile. It is humanity, with hearts stained by the world, that has reached out to them with sinful hands... Poppies sway gently in the wind across hills and valleys, unaware that they can never escape the fate of being uprooted.
I once felt lucky to have held you in that boundless sea of poppies, never knowing that what poppies foretold was...
A love that ends in death...
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Great writing! I cried to death! ! ! (T—T)!