Cherry Blossom Blizzard

Cherry blossoms fall, bloom, and scatter. Blown away, snuffed out, yet never fully gone. Snow drifts, snow melts, and through the snow, I search. Where cherry blossoms ride the snow, the snow blooms with cherry blossoms. But in the end, I still owe you a love and a promise. To me, though, you have become a thing of the past, completely untouched by feeling. A scholar seme and a fairy uke. Mm, it's a short story.