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The thing is, she never knew there was such an entity called apple or that she wanted it. She was in her house, blissfully unaware. Though her house had a little repairs, she'd take care of them in time.
Then all of a sudden, one day, an apple falls in her yard from the tree next door. She rejoiced. Overjoyed. Everyday the apples would keep falling. She would be energised and get to repair her home and even improvise it.
One day the tree fell. Its roots were chopped off. But she never understood. She's never seen such a thing. She just saw the fallen tree next door. She didn't know what to expect, what to do. She just wanted the apples. She felt sorry, clueless. Everyday she kept staring over her fence, wishing the tree would magically stand up again. But it didn't.
And she became delusional. She started hallucinating. Gradually, unknowingly, she started breaking things in her house.
One day the breeze carried a fallen apple over her fence. She went crazy. She broke her fence. She dragged the tree over to her yard. The tree was reluctant. But she forced it.
Everyday the tree gave her apples, she was starting to get back to her senses. She started mending the broken things.
But she also started spilling gasoline, but never knew.
One day, she forced the tree erect. She thought everything was back to normal. But slowly everything set in.
The tree was chopped. So was she. She wanted the apples falling in her backyard. The tree wanted to stand on its roots and be appreciated for its fruits. But both never happened. Never will.
Her house caught fire. Her hallucinations grew wild. Demons and Devils danced around her. Her legs broke. She was paralysed. Comatose.
So though she stared, she isn't able to go get the apples. What's more, she no longer knows if she desires the apples or the tree or both; if she pulled the tree in out of desperation to have the fruit she had one fine afternoon.
The smog in her house chokes her and she no longer knows even her own bloody name. She's clueless, confused, cramped in her own burning house. She knows she's ending. She'll burn with her house. But to add to the burden, there's guilt for she knows the fire would burn the tree to ashes the longer the tree chooses to stay in her yard, as she was the one who pulled it in and forced it up there.
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The tree was actually buried. Deep somewhere. The girl gave the tree life. The tree was so dead that it couldn't even stand without the girl. The tree is withering away as the girl is dying. The tree prefers to stay with the girl in the house, rather than live alone.
But in the corner of its heart, the tree is sure that it would bring enough rain to help the girl and the house. The tree definitely will do it.
But it's a hot summer and there's no clue for rain. The tree is hoping to regrow, more stronger and also help the girl. So, the tree is waiting for rain.
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And so they wait...
