She stood there, under the Sakura tree, at exactly 5 o’ clock in the afternoon. She watched aimlessly as the cars passed by her and ignored the horrible beeping and honking signs of those air polluting troublemakers.

She waited, waited, and waited. She wondered how long it will take for him to realize she’s still waiting loyally for him there.

She stared at the long road and a random thought popped in to her head, questioning herself.

“Why won’t I move?”

She then sighed and hummed to herself, still waiting at under the melancholic Sakura tree.

She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was already 6 ‘o clock in the afternoon. She’s been waiting there for an hour already!

She stomped her left foot, crossed her arms in annoyance and pouted her lips. Oh how mad she was!

After a while, she crouched and hugged her knees. She knew. She really knew.

He’s not coming back.

He doesn’t know she’s waiting for him.

Yet she’s too stubborn to move on.