She walked slowly and gracefully. Her feet stepped down lightly onto the pavement, raindrops falling into her hair. She turned as the blue lighting electrified into existence, and allowed her dark, inky locks to fall about her face in waves.
Sakura Rain was not the type of person to think much about a certain event. She had obtained an it-happened-so-there-is-nothing-left-to-do attitude over her years, and even her very thought process had changed. There was no more think, only do. She was very young, and never once questioned the fact that she was so, because her mind was much ahead of her exterior. Many others were wary of her, always seeing that she was quiet, and always wondering too much about what she thought. They would race around, like cattle, in their own heads just to get a glimpse of a hinting expression on her pale face. However, none succeeded.
The girl was standing on a bridge. A bridge that held so much memory; so much past and so much future, that it ached. Her heart was twisting and turning, her mind was warping itself into a solving machine. She analyzed every speck, every individual crack, all to suck it in and finally release. Release her observations into the air, take in more, and suck it all back in.
Sakura could feel his footsteps. Not physically, but she could see him, the way he walked so calmly, so meticulously, with such confidence, all those years ago. However, though she quite liked the feeling of his power, rippling back to her like a magnetic force, he was not the one she was looking for on that bridge. No, it had been the one watching that bridge that she needed to find, the one who was dead in her time, but alive with evidence on the concrete.
Sakura Rain breathed, and her exhale caught a whiff of his soul, which she caught onto, grabbing tightly with her own, the two colors of soul splashing together and mixing.
Sakura Rain ran to his color.
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