The wind blew and slowly the sakura blossoms floated off of the branches sweeping into the dawn sky. A lone figure watched as the flowers floated onto the water's surface and bobbed along the lake.
A fist hit the trunk of the tree as frustration spread across his features.
She wasn't coming.
He had waited all night. From the late afternoon he watched as the moon slowly ascended into the sky, and now his eyes narrowed as the moon slowly descended into the horizon. He turned and was barely able to brace the impact of her embrace.
"Sorry I'm late."