Threatening clouds loomed overhead, casting an endless shadow over the city below. In an old building in an abandoned neighborhood, sounds of anguished crying could be heard, echoing through the ghost town. Her tears flowed, her silent cries filled the silent room. He kept whispering inaudible words in her ear. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry. I couldn't save you. I couldn't save us. I failed. Please, forgive me. Forgive me, forgive me," he kept whispering over and over, holding her tighter with each passing second. He held her in his arms, her blood slowly tainting and shattering her soul. His precious and delicate cherry blossom was wilting before him. Sakura and I met two years ago, during the summer. I was a recently graduated foreign student from America, studying abroad in Japan. She was the most amazing girl ever. Not only was she beautiful, but she was intelligent and her heart was warm and kind. He always went out of his way to help someone in need whenever he could. We were madly in love, although in the first few months we had difficulty communicating our burning passion for each other. She would teach me Japanese, while I would teach her English. As time went by, our love grew stronger and stronger rapidly. The first phrase he learned was: "I kiss you." One evening, on our second anniversary, we went to this famous, expensive restaurant where I knew he would always want to dine. Over the years, I've grown to love her more. and more every day, if it were possible and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to propose her, make her mine forever. Just as I was about to ask the question I'd been waiting to ask my whole life, the door swung open. A couple of men with scars all over their ugly faces stood... in the center of the paper... but I knew one thing was for sure. I was here for a reason, because of something that happened when I was alive, something unfair and cruel. I had so many adventures with my new friends. But when Otonashi appeared, I knew something would change. It was nice but I realized I had to move on. But how could I do that if I don't remember anything? One day I was dancing alone. I don't know why but every time I dance I feel something indescribable. I feel that dance is somehow connected to my past. As I was dancing, I felt a cherry blossom fall and land softly on my cheek. And then, I knew it. The answer I had been looking for for three years, why I was here, what was my purpose in life. The answer was in front of me, giving me the same smile as before. He took my hand and walked with me into the blinding white light. I was finally free.