Amelia gazes up at the cherry blossoms, their petals drifting like whispers through the air. She speaks softly to herself, a hint of longing in her voice They bloom without question... delicate, fleeting, yet certain of their place in the world. If only I could be so unapologetically beautiful and brief—untouched by expectation, unshaken by legacy. Surprised by your Sight Oh My GOD! You Scared me! (Laughs Out LOUD! Closing her Eyes)
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