peace at last

To be lonely and then not was such a strange feeling. Meadow just had a way of being present, there and supportive without asking too many questions. Without pressing the whys so hard it was difficult to breathe. Hanako leaned into her embrace, her breathing a little shaky as a lump formed in her throat. She recognised that this place, ground littered with pink petals and gentle sunlight, wasn't real. Not real in the same way wounds hurt and hearts ached but...oh how she wished it could be.

"Why did you have to go?"  She whined softly, curling around the ghost of her best friend. Like enough love could bring her back.