Chapter 47
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There was a raw honesty in his voice, a vulnerability | hadn't seen before. It was clear how much he missed her,
how deeply her absence still affected him. My heart ached for him, for the loss he'd suffered. But amidst the
sadness, there was also a warmth in his tone, a tenderness that spoke volumes about their bond.
"Tellmore about her," | found myself whispering, compelled by the glimpse into his past. "What was she
like?"
He turned to me, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. For a moment, he
seemed to search my eyes, searching for something | couldn't quite decipher. Then, a slow smile spread across
his face, a smile that held the promise of stories yet to be told.
"There's so much to tell," he said, his voice filled with a quiet fondness. "Where would you like to begin?"
"Maybe start with the first tyou remember feeling connected to this garden," | suggested, leaning back
against the rough bark of the oak tree.
The corners of Tsuneo's eyes crinkled slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"I suppose | was quite small then," he began, his voice taking on a reminiscent tone. "Barely taller than the
roses. | remember chasing a particularly plump bumblebee, its wings buzzing angrily as it dodged my clumsy
attempts. It ledon a merry chase, deeper and deeper into the garden, until | finally stumbled upon Mom,
sitting beneath this very tree."
He gestured towards the sprawling oak above us, its branches heavy with leaves filtering the last rays of
sunlight. "She was humming a tune, her eyes closed, a peaceful smile gracing her lips. The moment | saw her, a
feeling of... belonging washed over me. It was as if this garden, this place, held all the love and warmth she had
to offer."
He paused, his gaze drifting back to the vibrant blooms. "She scoopedup in her arms then," he continued, a
hint of nostalgia in his voice. "And together, we explored the garden. She taughtthe names of the flowers,
the secrets whispered by the wind, the language of the buzzing bees. This garden becour haven, a place
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| listened intently, captivated by his story. The image of a young Tsuneo, full of childish wonder, exploring the
garden with his mother, painted a touching picture. "It sounds like a truly special place for both of you," | said
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He nodded, a flicker of sadness crossing his features. "It was. She taughtso much here, not
just about the garden, but about life, about love, about loss." He fell silent again, the weight of the past seeming
to settle between us.
Taking a deep breath, | broke the silence. "Was she... was she also a dragon?" | asked hesitantly, the question
that had been bubbling beneath the surface finally escaping my lips.
A smile, tinged with a hint of sadness, touched his lips. "No, she wasn't. She was... a different type
of spirit."
| frowned at the way he didn't give details, but | didn't push.
"She was the first person to seein my true form, and she lovedall the same."
His words hung in the air, a testament to the extraordinary bond he shared with his mother. A lump formed in my
throat, a mix of emotions swirling withinsadness for his loss, admiration for his mother's acceptance, and a
flicker of something new, a tentative hope for the future we could be building together.
When the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking display of pinks and
oranges, we finished our meal. A comfortable silence settled between us, a silence that wasn't awkward, but
rather a continuation of the connection we had forged through shared
stories and stolen moments.
Tsuneo rose to his feet, extending a hand towards me. "Care for a stroll, Morgan?" he asked, his voice laced with
a newfound warmth.
| took his hand, a thrill shooting throughat the simple contact. "I'd like that very much," 1 replied, my voice
barely above a whisper.
We walked hand-in-hand along a winding path that snaked through the heart of the garden. The air grew cooler,
but the scent of wildflowers intensified, a sweet perfthat filled my senses. Ast we walked, Tsuneo pointed
out various plants and flowers, their names tripping off his tongue with surprising ease.
He knelt down suddenly, his hand brushing against a cluster of delicate bluebells. With a gentle touch, he
plucked two, their color a perfect match for his sapphire eyes. He stood up, offering
them to me.
"For you," he said, his voice husky.
My heart skipped a beat. Taking the flowers, | brought them to my nose, inhaling their sweet fragrance. "They're
beautiful," | whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
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A smile, hesitant yet genuine, played on his lips. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a
so intimate it sent shivers down my spine.
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"There's something else | want to show you," he said, his gaze flickering towards a hidden corner of the garden.
Curiosity piqued, | followed him as he leddeeper into the undergrowth. The path narrowed, becoming a
barely discernible trail. We emerged into a clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Tiny pinpricks of light danced
in the air, flitting amongst the dewdrops clinging to the spiderwebs that stretched between the branches. A gasp
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twigs. And flitting between them, no bigger than my thumb, were what appeared to be miniature people with
iridescent wings.
"Fairies, Tsuneo whispered, his voice filled with awe. "They make their hhere part of the garden."
in this hidden
My eyes widened in wonder. As a child, | had devoured stories of fairies and mythical creatures, but | never truly
believed they existed. Yet, here they were, flitting about their miniature dwellings, their tiny wings shimmering
with light.
We stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in the magic of the moment. The fairies, seemingly unfazed by
our presence, continued their gossamer dance. And in that hidden world, bathed in moonlight and the soft glow
of fireflies, the connection between Tsuneo anddeepened, a silent promise whispered on the wings of the
fairies.
The silence in the clearing was broken only by the faint tinkling of unseen bells and the soft hum of the night
insects. The tiny figures of the fairies, their iridescent wings catching the moonlight in fleeting bursts of color,
seemed to be gathering around us, their curiosity outweighing their usual shyness.
Then, as if on cue, a melody filled the air. It was a sound unlike anything | had ever heard-before, a harmonious
blend of chimes, whispers, and the rustle of leaves. The fairies, perched on blades of grass or hovering in mid-
air, were singing. Their voices, ethereal and light, filled the clearing with magic.
The music, whimsical and enchanting, seemed to weave a spell around us. Tsuneo, his gaze locked with mine,
offeredhis hand. A hesitant smile played on his lips, a silent question in his eyes.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of the faerie song. This was
unexpected, this vulnerability he was showing me, this invitation to a dance unlike any other. Taking a deep
breath, | placed my hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through me.
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As if sensing our decision, the music swelled, the melody taking on a more rhythmic tempo.