Chapter 5
The ghosts pester her and there are days where she looks at herself and wonders where her blue eyes are and her thick, curling black locks. She remembers her favorites. The ghosts where she was a daimyo’s daughter, the ones where she was a farmer, the ones where she was a prostitute.
“We are the same.” This is what they whisper through her lips, threaded into her skin. “You are always.”
Haruhi Sagisō is one of her favorites.
The woman with the long pale hair and the clear blue green eyes is gentle and kind, yet has a quiet sort of strength that many cannot cross. Sakura loves dreaming about Sagisō because she gets to feel the Other souls’ too.
Sakura feels the bond begin to thrum when she thinks of the Others.
She remembers their eyes, one always sparkling with joy and the other, quiet, refined…angry. Their eyes have always been the same—one bleeding in red, blood and war, the other blue like rivers and life and atonement.
They have always been yin and yang, push and pull and she—she is the balance.
She remembers their touch, how their hands were calloused, at times smooth when they brushed over her skin. She remembers the ghosts that moan and cry and sob and scream.
They have only ever led to her downfall.
The last time she died with a metal blade at her neck and blue eyes frenzied with raging anger.
Red is the last thing she sees before she shuts her eyes to sleep.