the tree || h.s. short story

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I drove and drove, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other out the window. The light breeze of wind colliding with my hair.

And for once , ever since my world collapsed , I felt happy and free.

I smiled softly as I saw that I was getting closer to my destination. The small , wooden cabin surrounded by beautiful daisies came into view.

I parked my car and got out , taking a long breath of the refreshing forest air. Getting my suitcase out of the car , I made my way towards the front door of the cabin.

Grabbing the keys , I twisted and unlocked the door. It looks exactly the way we left it , the last time I came with him.

I wish you were here, Harry. Why can't you be here? Why Harry, wh-

Tears started forming on the brim of my eyes , but I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand. I refuse to be sad here.

This was always our happy place.

I set my suitcase next to the old , brown couch and plop down on it. I lay there , thinking back on the good memories of this place , our getaway place.

Cooking and fooling around , late night talks , tag in the living room , gazing at the stars , board games , our first time , our first kiss .

Our first kiss. It wasn't awkward or nerve wracking. It was perfect. I smile thinking of the beautiful , old oak tree where we had our first kiss.

And I stood up , making my way out through the back door , slowing walking towards the beautiful tree.