Our Secret Place

 Please watch the video before reading this, so you understand the story possibly a bit more. I leave a lot more questions than answers, but completely understanding the plot was not the point of this story. I mostly did it for fun.

P.S. "Somewhere Only We Know" is used in the Pooh commercial, if you're wondering.

    I laid my hand on the uneven handle of wood. The grip was so familiar, but it was cold, unused for quite a while. I pulled it and forced the clean glass door to slide to the right. I wore my favorite white sundress, even though the biting cold of winter was so strong. The dress was something lucky; it made me strong.

            I looked out at the large field of grass, the color dulled by the bleak clouds lulling over head. Nothing else was in sight, but I knew the further I went, the more I would see. I knew where everything was, exactly. How many steps, what direction, what it looked like.

            I stepped out, feeling the bitterly frosted dirt underneath my feet, softly stabbing my nerves, but I gladly embraced the small shocks, for it was a part of this place, the place only we knew. The wind blew back my blonde hair, giving me another full view of my magic place. The farther I walked, the happier I felt. The old, white house faded from view, and I was finally in my home. I saw the river, and I saw him waiting for me on a rock near the river. I sat down next to him, and breathed in and out, slowly. I was the picture of being content. I laid my hand in the icy water that wasn’t as bad as you’d think, and let it drift ever so slightly with the current. The warmth that escaped my body would always dwell in that river, and I left my unnoticeable mark. This was my way of saying goodbye.

            I looked at him, my hazel eyes meeting his sleek, blue ones that were like the ocean, with a green swimming in the color. We stood, and walked forward, toward the wind, and once more I looked at him. His spiky, black hair was shaking in the wind, his closed eyes, the smile the dwelled at the very edge of his mouth. He looked like a dream.

            I turned my head toward a black tree, sprawled on top of the brown field. The branches weaved through each other, sticking out in every direction. I could see the shape of a face, staring at me like how I was staring at it. I made a connection with the face of branches, and left a goodbye to sit and lay on the trunk of where it used to stand. This was my way of saying goodbye.

            Together we walked silently, looking around as we watched hundreds of memories replayed themselves around us; Children running, teenagers laying in the grass, pointing at stars, and so many more. I knew that I probably wouldn’t ever make memories here again. The thought made me cry, and as the tears fell to the ground, I left my unnoticeable mark. This was my way of saying goodbye.

            As I continued to cry, I walked faster, holding his hand, walking into the nearing wood. This was the place he needed to answer me. The longing of my true home was not enough, nor were the unanswered feelings. They needed the right answer to make me stay, to take back those goodbyes. I knew the answer I was looking for was impossible. We both knew it, but leaving the fact unspoken was not good enough. Now was not a good time for either of us, but that didn’t stop the selfish wanting. We needed to talk, one last time. I wanted to see his heart one more time. I wanted to show him mine

            One

            Last

            Time.

            The tears fell down, stroking my cheek further and further down. I looked above at the pine trees, reflecting off the smallest rays of coming sunshine. No matter what his answer, I wanted to come back to this place. This was my home, here with him in our magic place of memories. I hoped and prayed that one day, when things were different, he could give me the reply we both wanted but couldn’t give. I hoped and prayed like none other, that I could return to my Home some day.