[ Pressure or no, there's something utterly whimsical about all that has been unfolding around them, to watch these beautiful, delicate petals flutter about in a space meant to symbolize Sumina's home, Sumina's life, Sumina's heart - all of which she wishes to share with the man before her. The man she loves and wants to be with...
The laugh that bubbles up out of her throat is warm and affectionate in equal measure, carrying with it such a freeing feeling of choosing something for herself, choosing something together, unfettered by expectations placed upon them by others, or by the nature of their lives. Rebirth. New life. New love. Gods, she feels as if she could fly as free as these blossoms in the inexplicable breeze.
When Satoru returned, she'd told him that he'd received an unimaginable chance to be reborn. At the time, it had been too soon to give full credence to that very notion; his wounds were too fresh, too open to truly feel the magnitude of this truth. But here he is, now, accepting it, accepting himself, and what he wants out of his new life.
And he wants her to be part of it. What else is she to do in light of such a declaration, than express the depth of her own feelings with a lingering kiss? It is no less meaningful and sincere for how brief and chaste it is, before she murmurs with her lips yet brushing against his: ]
This life is both of ours, Satoru. To do what we will with it, together.
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The laugh that bubbles up out of her throat is warm and affectionate in equal measure, carrying with it such a freeing feeling of choosing something for herself, choosing something together, unfettered by expectations placed upon them by others, or by the nature of their lives. Rebirth. New life. New love. Gods, she feels as if she could fly as free as these blossoms in the inexplicable breeze.
When Satoru returned, she'd told him that he'd received an unimaginable chance to be reborn. At the time, it had been too soon to give full credence to that very notion; his wounds were too fresh, too open to truly feel the magnitude of this truth. But here he is, now, accepting it, accepting himself, and what he wants out of his new life.
And he wants her to be part of it. What else is she to do in light of such a declaration, than express the depth of her own feelings with a lingering kiss? It is no less meaningful and sincere for how brief and chaste it is, before she murmurs with her lips yet brushing against his: ]
This life is both of ours, Satoru. To do what we will with it, together.