Barayori - Fuse

Philip laughing chased the wind. He longed for Sandy to call out to him, to urge him to hurry up. He couldn't help but think even deceivers are deceived at times. How strange is this, the first time am truly understanding women in that garden where roses bloomed abundantly, sunlight filters through the green leaves, casting dapple shadows. A gentle breeze carries the faint fragrance of flowers

[...] Rose bushes, her heart a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Today she had deliberately worn a pale pink dress, its hem swaying gently in the breeze, blinding in seamlessly with the surrounding roses. Suddenly she heard familiar footsteps behind her