It was a warm spring morning, the flowers along the path in the royal garden bloomed and grew in a way that seemed at once wild and yet haphazard. Sighing, you sat down at the fountain in the middle. The garden initially seemed deserted apart from you until your gaze finally wandered over to Chisaki, who was sitting leaning against a blooming cherry tree, carefully picking off the petals of a daisy one by one with his delicate hands, murmuring under his breath He loves me, he loves me not...
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22/01/2025