Merry Christmas, HisanaMerry Christmas, HisanaBehind a pane of frosted glass, the man looked out over the barren courtyard to a blooming plum tree. So ironic that such a beautiful thing came from such an ugly season. White carpeted the sculpted lawns around it. Blankets of snow spread along the spiny limbs, dusting each blossom as it seemingly did the impossible.How could such a frail thing find strength to bloom in winter? How could it thrive while she wilted away?Everything was changing around him. A world gone mad. Even the path they once walked was no longer visible for the snow, the dull winter sky casting gray tints in the many shadows.Christmas was just a day away. It would be the first year since meeting Hisana that the man would spend it alone. How unfortunate that she couldn't have held on for just a few more weeks.It was a greedy wish, but Byakuya made it anyway.He sat at his desk, ruminating over a few documents he'd taken home from the office. In truth the so-called "Christmas Rush"
Where Cherry Blossoms Fall, ch.6Where Cherry Blossoms FallChapter Six:Every moment spent with her seemed the most natural thing. There was a hunger in his gaze as Byakuya watched the woman blush and offer the charms he'd requested on impulse, slender hands just as beautiful as he remembered. How soft they were, those hands. How many times had they held his cheek with endearment?No, the man corrected himself with guilt, not those hands. Not yet, anyway. There'd be time enough for that soon if he was successful in courting his bride again. How he ever survived these last fifty years without her, he couldn't fathom to know.The bashful flick of the woman's violet eyes on his sent chills down Byakuya's spine. She was searching his face for something.Remember, the man silently pleaded. Remember, Hisana. Please remember our love..."Is that all for you tonight, sir?" Sakura asked, breaking his concentration. His eyes had been running up the exquisite curve of her face.Suddenly remembering the purchase he'd feigned in