Hell — Debt4k Sakura

The cherry blossoms were blooming again. Falling petals painted the streets pink, soft as a sigh—but all I saw was red. Four thousand in the red, to be exact.

Petals in the Red

"Debt4k," I muttered, scrolling through the loan notice on my cracked phone. Sakura snow drifted into my empty cup of instant ramen. debt4k sakura hell

Four thousand dollars. Or yen. Or favors. At this point, the currency doesn't matter. The debt is a tree blooming inside my chest, roots through my ribs, petals choking my throat. The cherry blossoms were blooming again

Spring is beautiful, they say. Yeah. Beautiful hell. " I muttered

I passed a couple taking photos under the weeping cherry tree near the station. She laughed, petals caught in her hair. He said, "This is heaven."