The Oak Tree

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Oak Tree knows their secrets and thoughts.

Submitted: October 08, 2016

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The Oak Tree

Next to the big oak tree, he sat her down. He scratched his onyx black eyebrows and let out a sigh under the psithurism of the trees. He went onto both knees with his head hanging low, as if to say a prayer in front of an idol. He felt the grass stroke his knee as the wind danced through them. He faintly reached out his arm towards her and slowly look up from underneath her chin. He softly and gently placed her dainty hand in his palm and covered it with his other hand. He squeezed her fingers as he looked softly into her eyes.

"Whenever you're near me, my blood boils. Whenever you're away, my heart is out of tune, like a guitar string, it plays whatever note you pluck. You are my melody and symphony.Whenever I look into your eyes, I am lost, only to be retrieved the warmth of your smile. I could speak a thousand words, yet not one would have the ability to portray you."

There was silence. He felt a relentless sensation of agony as he stared forward. A sudden burst of wind rustled through his hair. His chin began to shake and his eyes swelled shut holding back the river of Lethe. He looked back up crookedly, and painfully.

"... This is where I first met you. The time I first fell in love. Now you're gone, without uttering a single goodbye. When did you decide to leave? Where did your promise fade? You tainted my soul with colour but left me in darkness, my dear. The calm stillness in your eyes that soothed me still haunts me, however, it no longer gives me rest." He groaned under his breath. His knees felt numb, digging into the icy cold ground. He looks up to see the tree had spent all its tears. The moon transfixed him, staring at him through the branches of the tree. Everything felt lifeless.

He fell down to his elbows, slowly curling up. He lay in solitude next to the big oak tree, under the psithurism of the Oak Tree that whispered the memories they once shared together.


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