The Oak Tree

The Tree

Sep.15 ,2016

Heather went to the oak tree for an escape.

An escape from the world that was already busy ignoring her. An escape from the old house she lived in, with her grandmother, alone. An escape from the town she moved in while she was just six. An escape from the town which she would soon be leaving.

Tonight she was here to escape from the fact that her only family, her dear grandmother will soon leave her too.

But there was one thing she can't escape, even if she went to the oak tree. And that was Harry.

He didn't say much after hearing that instead he gave her a hug.

Unspoken words clouded the air yet to them it felt like they were talking.

"It's going to be alright."

"I know."

But secretly they both knew it was never going to be alright. She's leaving him soon and there is nothing he could do about it. No more midnight sneak outs, no more pushing each other on the swing, no more collecting fallen leaves and throwing at each other, no more picnics under the tree.

No more Autumn together.

No more heather and Harry.

Tear drops soaked Harry's coat but he never seemed to mind. He hold her closer as a whimper escaped her mouth, gently patting her on the head.

He still remembers the first day he met the quite mystery. She was wearing a white floral dress, ash brown hair neatly tied in a pony tail. Her hazel eyes looking down on the ground even though there was so much to see in the new town.

He remembers thinking to himself,
"She's so pretty I bet everyone will give their chocolate cookie if she asked."

Funny how she never asked anyone for anything. She was quite, isolated and distinct while Harry was social, hearty and cordial.

They could have never been friends if it wasn't for the oak tree.