Karakuri Pierrot

Karakuri Pierrot: A Short Story

2 o'clock. He's late. Again.
I've been sitting here at Ueno Park since noon, waiting for Ryoto. He shouldn't be keeping a 21 year old girl waiting. This is the 5th time he's stood me me up. I'm about done with it.

We've been dating for 2 years. Our relationship was great up 'til now. It was not until a couple months ago he changed for the worse. The past Ryoto I once knew cared for me. I missed that Ryoto. I could still remember the first time we crossed paths...

It was a fine autumn afternoon, the cool breeze flowing through the trees. The bare cherry blossoms lined the edge of the path, giving way to the beautiful fall sky. I was finishing up my daily jog as I made my way to the final corner. I was excited to finish so I could visit the sweets shop near the park. I rammed into someone as I made the turn and ended up pushing both of us to the ground. I landed on top of him, an average-looking guy who seemed to be around my age. Our eyes locked. He had these sweet chocolate eyes that radiated this friendly aura, hair with the color of licorice, and a face as soft as mochi. I was too enthralled with his appearance to notice the awkward situation I had been placed in. It was with this realization that I quickly picked myself up, blushing. He picked himself up and stood up straight. He was about 190 cm tall. Compared to my hight of 145 cm, he was a giant.