Sakura could only stare before finally throwing herself into his arms. No words came to her as she wrapped her thin arms around his waist, though tears did as she buried her face in his chest. Warm arms wrapped around her, and for the first time in a long time, Sakura was truly happy, and not just because she knew that Aya loved her.
She had learned to believe in love.
Интересно, а я когда-нибудь поверю?