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Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the moon. The blackbird swooped down and back up again, taking refuge on a scraggly branch. The trees were standing tall, and it reminded me of the summers playing with my father. My father. I tried to run away from those thoughts, but they were taking control. I broke into a sprint, my red scarf flailing in the wind. I stopped and looked up. Ahead of me was a tree, with a small wooden swing attached to one of it's elegant branches. The snow lightly covered the concrete below my feet as I slowly walked towards it. "Our tree", I remembered my dad calling it one summer afternoon. I closed my eyes and the winter wonderland around me changed. The trees grew emerald green leaves, and the blackbird shifted into a bluejay, singing a wonderful song. I opened my eyes again and saw my father, his green eyes more clear than ever. He walked towards the tree with the swing, signaling with his hand for me to follow him. I sat on the swing, and he put his comforting hands on my back as he pushed me up into the air. I remembered this day more than any other, so I knew how it would end. When the swing came back to him he whispered, "Our tree." His big grin and my laughter had made the day a perfect one, until an unexpected turn of events happened. As I was swinging, my father had collapsed on the ground. He had a heart attack. The world around me shifted, into the cruel reality that was my life. The snowflakes appeared, and the trees were barren once more. It was true, he was dead, and had been for two years. So here I was, sitting in the moonlight, crying on the swing that had changed my life, tears frozen on my face. --- I wrote this a while back. Looking at this again I feel really bad for my MC. I just want to give her a hug and some hot chocolate. ;(
