Coarse Fibers

Branches

*Adeleid POV*

Branches rustle whispering to me as I lay on one of the many arms of a deep rooted magnolia tree far off of the city limits of town near the old city, once so flourishing and advancing that it was never had even brought to mind of the possibility of the town floundering and the residents moving, building and lying to themselves as much as each other to forget what happened many mist like centuries ago, peeling, crumbling, festering malevolently in the most absolute concocture of dreaded reality.

Dangling one bruised and dirty leg over the edge of the thick tree arm I stared at the pale thigh part of my limb swinging, covered in filthy bandaids, so loosely attached that they peeled slowly with the soothing screams and mesmarising howls of the old town and of the wind snapping other branches near by mixing the crisp air with the odd mixture of seemingly whistle and harsh currents of air making my dry dyed hair blow in breeze every so often getting caught with the branch near by and me having to untangle the curly chunks proceeding in more tangles.

After much needed un - tanglement  I continue to attempt to fall asleep on the tree arm to my dislike I finally rest and clearly hear and uncode to my own thoughts the winds wispering I am distrubed by Johnathon a relatively harmless guy very shitly dressed and with a grand hatred towards all that use posh words to seem as a higher level than him.In all lives I would choose to be with him again even with all of his I securities and moody moments the way we feel and understand each other is what keeps me alive these days.Even the old town remains don't spark much interest in me as they once did and sparked worlds unknown and paradises to be explored.

Ignoring Johnathon for a few more minuted ended in screaming and whistles but at last he register my surrent state.A mood where I can not deal with whatever happened that day and complelty shut down, trigger unknown.He at last got the hint that I would not reply until something else pulled me out of the death less death trance. He climbed upwards towards my branch of the tree and settled on the arm his back towards the new town and his face towards me staring at my blank expression, he then extends his tan hands gently yet rough at touch and not sight and letter my legs to put on top of his blue clad jeans.I slowly protested to being touched but instead let in happen and accepted the change in position and energy.

Now that two where on the branch and Johnathon was in front of the wind current he voices had stopped for now and with them replaced middle chatter by Johnathon and me repeating all his words to myself effortlessly to process his story in my own understanding.As soon as I realized what his story was about I lifted my legs off him, sat up and jumped on his lap hugging him and kissing his temple in an well embraced hug.As I did this he said

" Please " almost silently and carefully as if I was a angel that shouldn't be damaged.

I only responded with a curt nod staring at the boys pupils extend and contract focusing on my face as I saw my reflection in them I knew he understood and held me tightly repeating words of his story once again with newfound words of comfort with the wind once again howling at me softly in a second - hand sense from our new changed postures on the limb of the old tree.

He respected and understood as much as he could my gravely important rule of not touching me unless asked or I created the contact to begin with.Although Johnathon was the opposite needing reassuring comments and generous affection all hours and in all situations in accordance to keeping his mental health stable.After the embrace I swinging my legs over once more over the tree arms edge and held my best friends hand before jumping off and landing on my side with a extraordinary loud sound of pain coming from me as I collapsed in low whiny moans and yelled from him to

" Let loose " received with deep laughter and then shouting of curses and numbers after each new curse until he dropped from the tall tree just as I had and just as we had been doing all theses years since we discovered our interest in the old towns remains full of shabby and desolated buildings with cracked pavements and moldy walls with vines crawling up the cipped citys inner and outer rim of gates and such just trying to just get a little bit of the sun.As we both just laid on the dusty brown dirt filled with small and large pebles pertaining to many different shapes, textures, and colours that lightly made our backs uncomfortable laying on the musky old road that led to the old forgotten town; our only safe haven until each other.

As we both shriveled up into balls on the road coating lightly our clothes in dust we continuednto whine as we stood up and clasped hands shaking our bodies in weird jiggles and rythms to get the brown dirt off of us.We continued walking for another mile or so passing more and more of a dense forest with all of the trees after a certain point containing graffiti, leads us directly into the heart of the old place.A light fog  picks up as we reacht he inner work of the retro junked city as always during the late hours of the night.We continue to walk now at a much slower place until we reach the " lake house " quite literally as the fog is caused by the lake and it is inside of a house with the roof and such blown off as we have seen it nearby in red chunks and departed plaster and wood mixed with some brick with only the front structure and a long support beam in the middle of which as children we use to play as pirates. calling our home Wonderland as cliche as mentioned and seems it was our home.

Steadily walking now we reach the edge of the house and we -

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Wow this story has noooooo readers hahahah

actually love that I can post anything with no judgment.ironically.

Will update soon again :).