Why Love Hurts

A Wisper In The Willow Tree

When I woke up in the morning on my first day in Utah I got 15 texts some from my mom, some from Sophia, and some from Devon, but there was one who stood out it was from Caleb. I didn't know what to do other than look at his message.
C: hey Aubrey where are you all of us are worried.
A: I'm not coming back
C: but you have to
A: no I don't goodbye forever
I decided to delete his contact. I didn't respond to my mom or Sophia. I started to cry as the wind blew my hair and the leaves from the ground lifted and blew into the lake beside me.
"Aubrey" I herd someone say.
"Who are you, where are you, I'm so confused" I cried.
"It's me the willow tree" it whispered.
"Grandmother always told me you were made of magic wood" I said feeling better.
"Of course, your grandmother, my best friend, you know when you weren't born your grandmother and I would talk all the time, she would come down here in her beautiful Sunday gown and we would talk and talk, about your grandfather, you, your mother."
"So why are you talking to me" I said as I whipped my tears away.
"My child, I am talking to you because when you needed someone the most you came to me" she whispered.
"So what do you think I should do" I asked.
"Go home, my child, you may not need your family now, but they need you" she told me.
"I will, umm what should I call you" I asked.
"Willow" she said "now go"