The Oak Tree

The Text

Sep.19, 2016

It's been an hour since Harry had been sitting on the swing all alone. Waiting for Heather to arrive.

"She did say that she'll come tomorrow, why isn't she here now?"

He asked himself the same question he had been asking the entire hour.

While Heather was gone it gave Harry time to notice the surrounding instead of her.

The number of trees were slowly decreasing, the mayor decided to cut down the trees and re-grow them after Autumn since the fallen trees create too much mess.

"She's not even going to be here for Halloween."

The thought made him even more gloomy than he already was.

Harry was so in love, yet he never confessed it. He did try to drop hints a lot too many times but Heather never noticed.

Or she did but ignored them, nevertheless.

Whatever the reason was, he knew it was pointless to love Heather. She didn't believe in love.

"Maybe if I tell her I love her, she would start believing and stay here with me."

He scoffed and mentally rolled his eyes thinking about how obtuse that sounds.

Harry nearly felt asleep when a ding of his phone snapped him back.

Secret-Bestie : "At the hospital, come quick please"