Epilogue

1 Year later

Sakura woke to the sun streaming in through the window. She stretched over to the side Kenji occupied last night but found it empty. She rubbed her eyes before sitting up. They bought this apartment six months ago. The need for a change of scenery was evident in both of them. She stood and approached the window. The bright flowers that sat on the windowsill greeted her with a soft flowery scent.

Music flowed into the room and she instantly knew where to find Kenji. He might not be a great singer, but his talents flourished in the kitchen.

She grinned from ear to ear as she made her way out of the bedroom and through the hall to the open-plan kitchen. The smell of bacon made her stomach rumble. "Good morning." She greeted Kenji with a hug. "Finally, I've been up since seven." He said cheekily. "Don't make your problems mine." She replied as she stole a piece of bacon from the plate.

Sakura took a seat on the counter. She swayed her head to the music watching him stand in front of her. She giggled as he swayed his head to the beat. The song stopped and 'Flowers' by Miley Cyrus played. They officially deemed it as their song after the night at the karaoke bar.

She laughed remembering that night. Kenji's voice was loud as he sang the lyrics. He chuckled every few words probably in remembrance of the song too.

Her heart warmed and she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be for once. An instance of déjà vu once again filled her. She couldn't help but wonder why these moments kept happening.

She felt alive and free for the first time in her life and yet there was something within her that always felt out of place. Something she longed for or missed like it was on the tip of her tongue, but she could never quite understand it.

Maybe someday when she's older and wiser she'll understand her.

Till then live life to the fullest. She thought to herself and once again the voice felt unfamiliar, but she listened to it. It hadn't been wrong so far.


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