Kaito has spent his life trying to capture the perfect cherry blossom. But perfection, he learns, is a woman who cannot stay. Yuki is the spirit of the tree, bound to the brief, fierce glory of the bloom. When the last petal falls, so does she—back into the silence between seasons.
He tried. God, how he tried.
Kaito paused, charcoal suspended mid-stroke. “Maybe I’m afraid you will be.” sakura novel