The Oak Tree

The Rain

Sep.20, 2016

The swing creaked every time the gust of wind came. The stars and the moon hiding behind the grey clouds. They spat out beads of water. Puddles had began plinking hours ago but the flow never came to a stop. The murmuring of the rain could be heard from under the umbrella.

It was as if the clouds were joining Heather in her sorrow.

Muffled sobs escaped her lips as she pressed her forehead against Harry's hard chest. Hazel eyes bloodshot and tightly shut in hope for the tears to stop flowing.

They didn't stop.

He kept rubbing and patting her back speaking nothing, whatsoever.

It has been two hours since the funeral of Heather's grandmother.

It has been two hours since Heather broke down in front of the group of mourning people.

She hasn't stopped crying since then.

They had spent the night in the hospital, hands tightly intertwined, praying for the sick woman, knowing she would leave soon.

At 8:34 in the morning the doctor gave the heartbreaking news.

Everything became blur after that.

Heather's father came as soon as the words traveled.

Now they sat on the wooden swing in their black attires, grieving.

Harry had been with her throughout the traumatic period, holding her in his arms, stoping her from completely tearing apart.

They say time heals but the truth is it doesn't heals, it only numbs the pain.

Soon heather would be leaving.

She's definitely not going to stay even if she had a choice, too many memories would trigger.

Her absence to him would be like a thread through a needle. Everything Harry would do will be stitched with it's colours.

Things will never fall back in place. EverGreen won't be the same without her.

Harry won't be the same without her.