~angst i guess?~
You wouldn't call it significant, that wasn't the right word for it. More like sentimental. A piece of a person that would stay with them for the rest of their lives, even if they didn't know it. It was broken, for sure, but that didn't mean it was any less important. It stayed there, even through the darkness and the horror of the past, it stayed.
It wasn't something you could ever put in a box and shove in the attic, no, it was a place. A place where you could watch and listen, but you didn't have to be close. It was somewhere you could go to just get a break from all the anxiety and stress that the world shoved down your throat, somewhere where you could just think for a while. People needed it, and it was there.
Hundreds of people visited the cherry tree, but to each it felt like a new home. Each time someone found it, they felt as if it was there's to keep and there's to claim. It hid itself, of course, for the people who would take advantage of the tree, wishing for its dark branches to being them sanity.
It wasn't hidden, it was in plain sight. It sat right above the graveyard, just outside of London, close enough to hear the words being said but far enough away that if you weren't wanted, you weren't there.
For the people who needed an escape, it was they're to hold their backs while they gazed up into the pink flower littered branches. For the people who wanted a home, it was there to provide safety and comfort with its roots bulging out of the ground. For the people who walked by or just glanced up at it, it was there to be a faint picture in their memories or an idea, that later they would come back and study the tree closer.
The past always had a huge affect on people, everyone has their own and they make it in the moment. People use the past to hurt themselves, and even one another. The past isn't something anyone can ever change, and thats what can hurt us the most.
The cherry tree sitting over the graveyard is a place of the past, and for some, it's their future.
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Ok so I don't really know what this is, but it was supposed to be a reference to after the war and the funerals and everything? Idk it doesn't make much sense.
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Drarry one-shots
Romancejust a bunch of Drarry one shots fluff, angst, smut, AU's, and basically everything else i will take any requests the characters are not mine, they belong to Emma Watson
