The Oak Tree

The News

Sept 15, 2016

It was usual for Heather to sit on the swing of the old oak tree in the middle of the night.

Nobody asked where she was, to everyone she was just an invisible girl.

To everyone, except Harry.

The wind was blowing her long hair in different places, Autumn was coming. The little swing squeaked every time she pushed her feet on the ground but it never fell.

The lake in front reflected the stars and the moon. And the surrounding reflected her heart beat; calm and steady

Until Harry came.

'Maybe if I go to the book store tomorrow I can find some new ones...damn, I need a new book..maybe something historic this time'

The crunching sound of leaves under someone's shoe snapped Heather out of her thoughts.

EverGreen was a town of peace and quiet.

No one was awake at this hour except Heather.

And Harry , of course.

Instead of standing up and looking for the danger that could be expected at this hour of the day she stayed still on the wooden swing and waited for the familiar green eyes to come in contact.

"The stupid wind is getting so annoying," his voice quite nasally but oddly appealing.

She just hummed in response. She was not in the mood to talk, but then again she never is.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

But Harry knew better. He knew something was definitely wrong. He knows how Heather hates to keep her hair down and how she does it only once; when she wants to ignore everything and anything.

Even herself.

"My dear flower, me and you have been best friends since forever. I know there is something in your mind that's bothering you."

Just like Harry, Heather also knew Harry for long enough to understand that he won't stop asking until he gets his answer. So she replied in a single breath.

"Grandma is sick, the doctors say there is nothing they can do to save her. You know I have no one here except her and.. Dad wants me to join him back in New York."