the tree || h.s. short story

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Harry. He had to have put this here.

I carefully open the blue box and see the contents inside.

Letters , pictures , and more letters.

I count the letters and see there are ten. Each letter is roughly folded and look a bit old. I pick them all up and see writing on them.

Read me first , please.

Read me second , love.

Read me...third ! Ha. I bet your smiling now , lov-

A droplet of water hits the top right corner of the precious paper. I look up to see the sky covering up in grey , gloomy clouds.

Rain.

I quickly pick up all the letters and put them inside the box and run inside.

I place the box onto the coffee table and head to my suitcase to change into some warm clothes. I brush my teeth and check to see if the door is locked. Seeing as it is , I grab a lighter from the kitchen drawer and light a piece of paper and throw it into the fireplace.

I set the lighter down , and make my way towards the cozy couch in front of the fireplace and snuggle myself in a blanket.

I drag the coffee table closer to me and pick up the box.

Looks like I'll be staying up all night.

Making my way towards the couch. Looks like I'll be staying up all night.