<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">It wasn't much longer until the two women head back to the okiya. Leaving the market behind, the painting still held firmly against Sunako's chest. After they had arrived back, Sunako was allowed to retire to her room, in which she took no time wasting to head there. Inclining her head ever so slightly to Neshita, before leaving her, and going to her room. All Sunako wanted was to be alone at that particular point in time, to think things over. About her friend. Whom she had nearly forgotten. It made her feel terrible, and a pit in her stomach began to form, though her face stayed dry.<br/><br/>Instead of having one of the servant maids put the picture up, she did it herself, hanging it by the sliding door that led in to the small courtyard just outside her room, where a small garden was, with a little pond, and a beautiful Sakura tree bloomed over it, the petals falling slowly in to the water below it's branches. Floating along the surface. There was a variety of other plants and flowers, but she'd have to say the tree was her favorite. It reminded her of the one she'd visit when she was a child, (only smaller in size) when she and her father went on trips to other cities for his business. That was, until he had died, right around the same time she had stopped being able to see her friend.<br/><br/>She opens the sliding doors open, so as to be able to look outside, and a few petals from the tree drift in, landing gently on the floor at her feet. She sinks to her knees, a sudden feeling of loneliness surging within her chest. Her hair coming completely undone, it covers her face. Bowing her head, she reaches down, touching the petal with the tip of her finger, before a tear suddenly slips from her eyes.<br/><br/>Then, more tears follow, streaking her eye makeup down her cheeks, and dotting the tatami mats beneath her with wet dots from the tears that fell. She cries quietly, sobbing silently, curling up in to a ball on the floor, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around her chest. After a while, she falls asleep, tears still slipping down her cheeks, disappearing in to her hair.<br/><br/>Time flew by, and it was past evening already, but Sunako had fallen asleep, unaware of this fact. When a servant came to tell her that it was time to eat, they wait, before opening the door a tiny bit, seeing her laying there, they leave her be. They'd been told not to bother the young lady by the mother herself. Even so, as the hours pass, she'd take a soft shuddering breath, a look of completely loneliness on her sleeping face, and a tear or two would slip from the corner of her eyes.</span></div>