It was two weeks until the end of the summer.

They had made it this far. 

They spent almost every single day together despite the awkward points and the longing that the two felt for one another inside of themselves.

They had done many things over this past couple months. 

They had visited the forest many times. 

One day in particular, Emi had left her small cafe, and wondered across the street, with a small macaroon. 

George said nothing as he watched Emi walk across the rode in a daze. 

He was about to enter the shop, but pause when he saw her walking out the front door. 

She approached the tree and touched it gently with her hand. 

She gazed up at the pink sakura leaves that fell like magic around her. 

She felt the presence of Tomoko with her. 

She closed her eyes and felt the petals softly float onto her clothing. 

She took in a deep breath, and let it out as she opened her eyes. 

After a minute or two, she bent down, setting the grandfather's favorite type of macaroon down where he was buried. 

She kissed her finger tips and touched the dirt with them. 

George watched her in amazement and wonder. 

It was in that moment of gazing upon her that he knew what he was going to do. 

He'd made a decision. 

One that he wasn't sure was smart, but one that he thought would be best. 

Though, it was no secret, George was smart, but being smart does not always mean that you make the proper choices.

  猿も木から落ちる。 

(Even monkeys fall from trees.)

Emi balled her right fist up and pressed it against the open palm of her left hand as she bowed her head.

"起死回生" she whispered. 

(Wake from death and return to life.) 

It meant to come out of a desperate situation and make a complete return in one sudden burst.

She was full of hope. 

Many things had changed over the summer.

After a moment, she looked up at the tree once more, squinting her eyes at the sun.

Then, she looked down, slowly walking away from the tree and making her way across the street and back towards the shop.

As she approached it, she looked up, pausing when she spotted George staring at her.

They made eye contact.

He watched as her hair blew gently around.

Then, she looked down, stepping forward and right into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, his face resting in her hair as he closed his eyes tightly.

He wished.

He wished so badly to resemble her.

So badly.

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A/N; Music from my favorite anime I couldn't help it...