It's starting. The sun is setting, and the beauty of it spreads through the sky, birthing an orange evening. I've remained hidden in the library for a while, hiding from everyone. From where I'm standing, in front of the library window, I can hear the chirping of birds. They've also come to witness the blooming of the Cherry light tree.
It has come to my belief that no one has seen the tree, and it would be the last thing we see before we depart to our various homes. I can easily go and see how beautiful it truly is, but I'm stalling, somehow hoping I get to see it for the last time, even if my initial idea of hiding in the library is to hide from him. No matter how clear it is that this is the end of our relationship, I can't seem to let go completely
I wonder why I'm suddenly weary of
