Let's Go to My Willow...

What Happens When I'm Gone

Note: I don't write nor have I ever written so bare with me. Try to enjoy it I suppose.

In the hottest of summers and the coldest of winters more times often then not you'll find her under a singular willow tree. Why? Well, because since the beginning that was her home. Or so it felt, "home is where your heart is." this place..that willow tree..was where her heart was. Her home.

Though she'd like to claim it as hers others get the same euphoria from being beneath that sad looking willow...

For when she is gone another shows and coincidentally they never cross paths, but what if they did? What if for just a moment she caught a glimpse of him.

"What if..." she sighed the words on her page came to a halt. "It's the same ending to every story" she explained as if anyone were around to hear. "The same damn ending every. single. time. You've gotta be kidding." she closed her book, grabbed her things, and started walking home.

*ding*

She opened her phone to see a message from her mother...

Mom:
Hey Maisy, are you on your way home yet? Lunch is finished.

She picked up the pace, she'd forgotten about lunch.

Maisy:
Yeah i'm otw I completely forgot, sorry.

She shut off her phone and focused on the walk home. People passed by and she kept her head straight, she had never gotten distracted by bright colors or loud noises. She hadn't really cared about much. Not for a long while at least.

As she rounded the corner to her apartment this changed though, she had turned her head at the sound of metal clashing. At the same time so did he. It's how they were, always concerned for others. Never watching out for themselves.

"Omg i'm so sorry!" she said after bumping into someone
"Oh it's alright, don't sweat it doll." he said brushing off his jacket

Once she finally reached her front door she took a breath and put on a smile.

"Mom! I'm home!" she exclaimed as she walked in and threw her scarf and jacket on the coat rack.

"I'm in the kitchen dear!" her mother replied.

She plopped down on the couch and started explaining her day to her mother as usual, it was the same thing every day. Like those books she was getting oh so tired of. Except today. Something was new.

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