This is my first time writing fanfiction (though I've been reading it for a long time), so comments and criticism will be much appreciated!

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Laying down his pen, he turns his face to the window. It is open, and the warm breeze ghosts in, carrying with it the scent of cherry blossoms.

She had loved spring.

He remembers her standing in the garden, arms spread as if flying, her smile stretching across her whole face, then spreading onto his.

He remembers the warm nights, her fingers tangled in his long black hair as they lay in each other's arms.

He remembers her, but the memory is tattered around the edges. Faded, like an old photograph, blurry with years.

The day no longer seems warm.