...she woke that morning with purpose, straightened her bedsheet and made her way to the shower, rinsing her hair and washing the sleep from her long eyelashes. her hand cleared the condensation around her faces' reflection, her almond eyes staring back from the misted impression as she powdered her face and applied the cherry blossom rouge to her cheekbones, taking care to use a light touch. she perfumed her neck and collarbone and tied her hair back in a loose knot, tying the loose strands in place with a silk cord as she took the dress down from the door where it had hung the night before. sandals in place, she took the many tiered metal box from the table beside the door, reassured by the authoritative clasp of the deadbolt. through the streets she made her way slowly, head down, focusing on the next step in front of her, seeing the spring-time petals in the rain-choked streets. turning towards the square she could see the lanterns floating in the river and a faint smile crept to the corners of her lips. she followed the river, bowing low beneath the the willow branches, smoothing the gathered flowers into the separate sections of the box with her right hand as the path wound upward and as she finished her work she smelled the salt air and saw the first candles flow into the sea. she knelt to her knees and set the metal box at the edge of the cliff. after a time, she rose and walked back down the path to the square and its celebrations, never once looking back...
Air - Alone in Kyoto by axfight
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