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Spring is beautiful, they say. Yeah. Beautiful hell.

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.

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

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.

"Debt4k," I muttered, scrolling through the loan notice on my cracked phone. Sakura snow drifted into my empty cup of instant ramen. Spring is beautiful, they say

Hell is watching heaven from the other side of a convenience store window, counting coins for a rice ball, knowing next month's interest alone could buy a dozen bento boxes.

Every spring, this city turns beautiful for everyone except the ones who owe. The landlords raise rents when the tourists come for the blooms. The collectors smile like old friends—"Just a reminder, Sakura-chan." They know my name. They know my schedule. They know exactly which train I take to my third under-the-table job. The cherry blossoms were blooming again

Petals in the Red