Blurb:
He couldn't grasp the hand slowly being swallowed by the deep sea.
He was a coward by nature.
- The girl's hair tips were stained crimson by the dusk.
She held a falling cherry blossom in her palm and gently rubbed it between her fingers.
The pale pink stains from the petals on her hand stung the new flesh and nerves writhing beneath her grotesque scars.
The wind carrying the falling blossoms lifted her skirt.
She trembled.
Theme: Tragic romance
