<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">In her dreams, she was once more four years old. Her <a class="postlink" href="http://img13.deviantart.net/3b54/i/2013/022/d/4/anime_girl_in_kimono_render_by_feary_bad_day-d5sdf54.png">younger self</a>. A little girl. In her dreams, it reflected how she felt, what she hid from everyone else. She still felt to be that tiny, incapable child. Small and frail, with a face of pure innocence, tears streaking down her cheeks. Even inside her mind she was crying, as was evident by her face as she lay beneath the Sakura tree, isolated in a world filled with a low, dense fog. The only color for miles around were the pink petals of the blossoms on the tree, and the little girl at it's roots. She was curled up slightly, long hair draping over her shoulders and around her as she sobbed, her tiny body shaking just slightly.<br/><br/>Only when she hears a voice does she look up, tear streaked face surprised to see someone else with her. Her eyes widen more when she saw who it was. Which caused her to cry even more, before leaping up and hugging her friend. "I'm s-so sorry!" She cries, her voice stumbling because she was still crying as she spoke. "I b-b-broke our promise!! I-I forgot...you...I'm so l-lo-lonely..." She buries her face against the girl's chest, squeezing her eyes shut. Heart breaking and shell shattering. "Pl-please forgive me...I...I didn't want t-to forget..."<br/><br/>Hugging the other tightly, not wanting to let go, her tiny hands gripping on to the back of her friend's kimono. She didn't want to leave, or forget again. "Pl-please...don't go..." She murmurs, slowly the tears calm down, but do not cease entirely. "D-don't leave...don't leave me again...I'm...I'm so lonely..." She sinks to her knees, her hair billowing out a little, before coming to rest once more upon her back and around her shoulders. She buries her face in her hands, quietly crying still, but not as harshly as before.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure why, but she knew that if she were to stop crying...she felt that she would lose her friend again. That this place would disappear forever. She could only reach it when she was sad, and there was another factor, but at that moment she could not quite put her finger on it. But that was not important. As the petals of the Sakura tree gently fell around them, she knelt there. A melancholy feeling settles in, why...why did this moment make her so happy, but so sad at the same time?</span></div>