--Author's Note--

•⊱ glimpse ⊰•

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❝ It's not that I hadn't lived my life; I had lived it in my childhood years. Because he was there then. He was my life.

As I stand at the junction where we first parted ways, I see him. Those same honey-glazed almond eyes, messiest raven hair. He was laughing, a look of pure glee on his face. He was happy. Happy with her.

However, he had grown up. I wished I had too.

I was still in our world of cherry blossoms. ❞
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