Poor Sakura [better] Instant

As they dragged her away, Sakura did not scream. She did not beg. She turned her head just enough to watch the boy with the silver arm being struck down, his body crumpling like one of his own paper creations. Then she closed her eyes and went to the place inside her head where the cherry tree still bloomed, where her mother hummed, where the petals fell forever and never touched the ground.

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“Poor Sakura,” the street vendors would mutter, watching her shiver as winter bled into the district. “She gives away her work. She’ll die starving.” As they dragged her away, Sakura did not scream