… I was lost
and sang my broken-down songs in the hell of the hour.
Then in my heart moved an oar,
And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms
And was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.
Stan Rice, from “Psalm 212,” False Prophet (Alfred A. Knopf, 2003)
But still really good! The Rows of Cherry Trees is kind of like and odd cross between a picture book and a manga, so it makes for a really sweet and interesting read. It’s age actually stands out to its advantage, because not only does it has the same old-timey schoolgirl friendship that shows like Maria-Sama Ga Miteru try to capture, it was clearly made in the era before the standard manga format came into play, so it often breaks into more illustrative art scenes or otherwise just messes with it’s own format just to keep with the mood.
It’s one of those things that I read it and wonder “dang, why don’t people try more of this kind of thing today?” And if they do, hurry up and tell me! I need some more awesome stuff to read.
A/N: Hello guys!!! So sorry that these few days updates has been poop ;w ; I had so much school work that I just got side tracked ugh ;w ; Anyways~ Here’s a new series for you (literally broke my heart) but you wont know why till later huehuehuehue Hope you enjoy~ Suggestions and comments would be much appreciated!!!
spring was the most beautiful season of the year; the chilly wind, the
blossoming new buds and the hints sweetness floated in the air. You stood by
the end of the bridge that crossed over to the other side of the park and
stared at the rows of cherry blossom trees that were yet to bloom. You were so
in love with the idea of spring since it signaled a new beginning to a new
year, a fresh start. A gush of wind blew and you pulled down your white knit
sweater while allowing the wind to ruffle your hair, seeping through every
strand. You observed the people that aimlessly walked by without paying much
attention; family, friends, couples, kids and individuals. None of them seemed
interested with their surroundings but you knew when the cherry blossoms began
to bloom, they’d take their time, walking slowly and watch the petals fall and
scatter on the ground. But for now, they walked on.
describe yourself as an odd girl: you were quiet when you had so much to say,
you zoned out from conversations but paid very close attention to the things
happening around you, you didn’t like your voice but you liked to hum endless
melodies when you found yourself alone, and you were scared of changes but was
always up for an adventure. People couldn’t really pin down who you really
bounced gently on your shoulders as you skipped forward to where the soon-to-be
cherry blossom trees were. You were feeling extra cheerful today, maybe it was
because of that cup of caramel macchiato you had. Who knows? You were taking
your time before you heard a mob of screaming girls voices that seemed to get
closer and closer. Feeling a bit nervous, you walked after, taking glances
behind your shoulders from the fangirls that seemed to charge straight at your
direction. Your breath hitched your throat as you began a light jog.
looking back that you didn’t pay any attention to the front anymore and seeming
that this was quite a crowded street, you were bound to run into someone. The
back of your turned head bumped into a hard chest before you stumbled back a
few steps. And with your amazing balancing skills, you fell right on
your butt with an “mmf”. You winced at the impact.
An almost sleepy yet husky voice came from above you. You slowly looked up and
had a silent scream. In front of you, was the minty hair and pale skin that you
could recognize from anywhere (which was odd because you didn’t see a minty
head popping amongst the people). You know who I’m talking about. Him.
He had his
mask pulled down under his chin as he held out a hand to help you up. You
hesitated, but took it, I mean, you didn’t know when you’d get another chance
like this to meet him in person.
barely managed out as he helped you up. You dusted yourself, not being able to
look at him in the eye.
“No no I’m
sorry.” He frowned. It’s been a while since he came to Japan and the last thing
planned was to bump and push a girl down (that sounded better in my head).
okay?” He asked again. He wasn’t the best at talking with girls nor has he ever
had a proper conversation with a random girl. But he honestly felt bad.
don’t worry about it.” You finished dusting yourself up and was about to walk
the opposite direction when you saw the group of fangirls, keeping their
distance but kept screaming his name.
You muttered. You were pretty sure all of them has already killed you 23 times
mentally. You felt a tap on your shoulder so you turned to see a pair of tinted
cheeks and a minty fairy licking his lips nervously.
“Do you want
to walk with me for a bit? I – I mean only if you want to…” He scratched the
front of his bangs. You would have broken out into a dance if no one was
looked back at the staring fangirls. It couldn’t be that bad right?
finally answered with a small smile. You’ve been in Japan for about 3 years now
and this was the first time someone had asked you on the spot, much less
someone you just met.
great. He beamed. The corners of his mouth were tugged up and his gums showed
with his perfect sets of teeth. You pursed your lips. Oh boy.
half his face with his mask again and began walking, only to turn around to
nudge you, signaling you to follow him. You walked very slowly since you liked
to take in everything around you and he didn’t seem to mind walking at your
pace. Actually, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching someone who he just met act
so carefree around him. He watched you stare up at the sky. He was a bit
confused at what you kept looking up to but it didn’t bother him. And you,
without even realizing, began to hum. It wasn’t any particular song, but you
hummed along with the passing breeze.
know where he was leading you since he wasn’t familiar with this place but
whilst walking, you both breezed past a small bakery. Retracing your steps, the
both of you settled down. Finally, you felt the knot in your stomach. You were
with one of your biggest idol crush. He was real, he was there, sitting in
front of you and fidgeting with his phone before he tucked it away as the
coffee and cakes came.
You took a
sip of your bitter Americano. You didn’t know why you liked the taste when
clearly, you weren’t very fond of bitter things. But it was the best coffee
that worked with cakes and sweets. You noticed Yoongi take a small sip of his
Espresso. Guess he liked bitter coffee too.
started. You almost spat out your drink.
should I start? Introduction?” He chuckled at his own remark. You managed to
swallow down your drink. If he smiled again, you were pretty sure that you were
going to start blushing.
Su – Min Yoongi. My name’s Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you.” He looked at you
shyly with his gummy smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.
Mine’s ________.” You said shyly. And I guess that’s how your spring started. A
minty fresh start that you didn’t know would continue on.