Debt4k Sakura Hell Here

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.

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." debt4k sakura hell

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