“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do, which was just to wait. Don’t get me wrong—I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit in front of friends and family that I do know how to make a photocopy. I didn’t need your help that many times.”
The woman left the house after noticing Hanzo standing outside, and approached the garden with small steps, not willing to disrupt her son’s moment. She watched him for precious minutes, weighting the idea of whether she should be retreating as silent as she came, or approach him and see what troubled his mind.
“Are you worried about Genji’s sudden leaving?” She found herself asking in the end, without moving an inch from the spot she watched him from, making the boy jump a bit startled at the sound of her voice, and turn around to face her. He was looking rather miserable than concerned as she noticed, but stayed with her first question, awaiting his response.
“Mother.. I..” He began, as the woman started to walk his direction, stopping inches from him and putting her hand on his arm.
“I am worried about your brother too, Hanzo… Neither of you was the same ever since your father left us.” She sighed, looking down to the side. “I am not feeling any better about this either.”
The boy looked down at his mother and placed his hand over hers, in a compassionate touch, making the woman raise back her eyes to meet his. It was just like one of the stories they used to hear as children, with wonderful scenery and cherry blossom petals falling, but behind the outstanding surrounding it was their sadness, lingering in the air around them. The woman raised her other hand to pick a petal from his hair, and even though there were plenty stuck in his dark, silky strands already, that one caught her attention mostly by landing while she looked at him.
“Cherry blossoms..” She smiled down at the petal she held. “..Beautiful, fragile, and in the end, fading away under one wind blow.” And as she said it she let it fly away from her hand. “Just like your father and your brother, Hanzo. Their paths decided to separate from the roots of Hanamura, leading them to another place or another life.”
The woman finished still smiling, looking up at her son, holding his arm in a slightly tighter grip than before, as a sign of encouragement, bringing him in a gentle hug right after, burring her face at his chest.
Post notes related to the story : His mother never found out the truth about what happened to Genji. She just thought his mind was twisted enough to make him leave Hanamura after his father’s death, to seek inner peace.
I hope to finish this artwork someday! Just didn’t catch the right amount of time to do that, because I keep being busy with another over 9000 tasks XD
But even if it’s not done yet, I thought I might share this with you!