Yuu’s struck speechless by what she sees, and she tries to convince herself that no, it’s not because her two best-male-friends are going out with each other, and she looks away, trying to distract herself.

‘The cherry blossoms are pretty, ne?’ and she looks at where the voice is coming from, and it’s unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, and she wonders, have I heard that before?

And it’s Shiri’s twin sister, although they looked more like opposites than twins, and she sat down, and Yuu’s staring in awe, because this unknown twin sister looks gold and pretty and white and black and shiny and beautiful and so untouchable, even while she’s tugging at the black tie she’s wearing over a white shirt and adjusting the black skull pin in yellow hair, or looking at the time from a pocket watch clipped to black skirts. She doesn’t seem to mind that it’s her brother sitting there and laughing with his friend, and she’s smiling, looking happy, whether it’s at the fact that her twin’s happy himself, or maybe at the mentioned cherry blossoms, even in half bloom at this time of year.

And Yuu looks at the cherry blossoms, wondering, thinking, what’s so good about cherry blossoms? And they’re only in half bloom, not even at full potential, when they would be considered ‘beautiful’ and people would fight good-naturedly over viewing spots and drink sake and chat and laugh and be happy, but right now the cherry blossoms are only in half bloom, with slight hints of pink showing from underneath green leaves. And she manages to ask a question through all of her confusedness, ‘Why? Aren’t you mad that, well, that’s your brother over there?’ and she gestures wildly in the general direction of the other two.

And the other laughs, ‘Because he’s happy. And I’d like him to be happy. Just like he wants me to be happy.’

‘But why cherry blossoms? They’re not even in full bloom yet.’ And Yuu knows that this unknown twin will slip up here, what’s so good about cherry blossoms in half bloom? She doesn’t even like them in full bloom-they blow around and get in your hair and wilt later, spotting fragile pink petals with brown. The answer that she gets is unexpected.

‘It’s the little things that make life worth living.’

Bah. I don't know where I was goin with this. Again, this is a melding of two ideas--the last line and the writing style type thing that I was trying (which was a complete failure, may I add?)

Happy valentine's day--this is my gift to you all, kayy?

-Kurion