The sky was a pale blue grey, the wind moved the branches of the cherry blossom tree softly as the flowers fell.
She folded her hands at least a thousand times. Waiting impatiently as she looked around hoping the one she loved would walk up the hill and take her away like they promised. Her dress a Pale pink like that of faded rose petals, falls around her knees as a tear rolls down her cheek. She plays with the grass in between her fingers.
Waiting. Watching. Hoping.
