[Short Story] You were like a cherry blossom

You were like a cherry blossom

You were like a cherry blossom.

She looked infinitely beautiful yet weak...and delicate yet noble.

I was afraid that if I touched you, you would break or get dirty, so I couldn't even touch you. I just watched you from afar, content with the way you smiled.

But you were really just like a single cherry blossom petal.

It blooms in spring and pleases people's eyes and hearts with its beautiful and sweet appearance...

It fell quickly and was thrown away in an instant

A lifespan so short that it defies my expectations. Cherry blossom petals flutter in the wind, falling from the trees before my eyes. I reach out to try and catch them, but you choose to slip through my fingers and fall to the ground.

You...you, who have become more precious than anything else...I really wanted to protect you with my own hands...but instead, my family's downfall pushed you to the edge of a cliff.

"Your Majesty, the concubine... is fine..."

No, I'm not okay...!

"It was short, but... I was happy and glad to be able to serve you, my lord."

"Thank you for allowing a girl who was nothing special to be so happy until the end..."

No, don't say that to me..!

Please, tell me you will stay by my side.. Not as a cherry blossom, but as a rose of Sharon.. Tell me you will stay by my side for the rest of my life..

But those words of mine were buried in my heart without being able to be spoken out loud... You put your frail body on the execution ground, carrying my sins on your shoulders.

Where I...I...should go to receive that sin...you went to cover that sin without the slightest hesitation...

Cherry blossoms have a short lifespan, and in an instant, they fell to the ground just as they were beautiful before my eyes.

As you fall to the floor and are trampled by the feet of many people, your original form disappears and you become dirty, right in front of my eyes... Right now, you are turning cold and covered in blood...

Even that face that is growing pale and cold... How can you be so pure and beautiful... I am afraid that my hand will tarnish your purity, so I cannot reach out to you until the very end.

Even though you didn't have any thorns... I watched you gradually turn red and covered in blood, and I hesitated to reach out like a rose with thorns. Not because I was avoiding you because it hurt, but because I was afraid I would get pricked and my blood would be stained by you.

Baby, my cherry blossom... you will always bloom in my heart, just as you were beautiful.

So...so...in your next life, meet someone other than me and bloom the flowers you couldn't bloom in this life...not cherry blossoms...but other beautiful flowers with long lifespans...

Um... Hello, I'm Jakka, who feels good and diligently writes short stories.

As expected from someone of his age, he created an incredibly strange and bizarre article.

This is just something I wrote in a random way because I felt weird, so please don't judge me by saying it's bad, and I would be grateful if you would look at it kindly.

I love you♡