The Oak Tree

The Fall

Sep.22, 2016

Harry sat on the worn out leather couch placed in the bustling bakery, staring aimlessly through the window.

Heather is leaving and he doesn't even has the courage to say goodbye.

She's never going to come meet him by herself, she's too fragile for that.

Like a flower.

He loves her in ways her crumbling heart can never fathom.

Oh god, he really does love her.

He has to go say goodbye, he can't let her leave just like that. But he knows he's not brave enough to let her go.

Maybe I don't have to let her go, maybe I don't have to say goodbye... I'll ask her to stay. Stay here with me, I'll confess my love, tell her everything, tell her she is capable of being loved, that she is worth the world and a lot more.

A rush of hope and adrenaline pumped through his veins.

He quickly took out his phone and dialled her number

"Hey this is heather, I'm unavailable at the moment, please leave a message."

"Uhh....hi flower. Please meet me at our place right now. It's really important, please."

His words reeked agony and extreme sadness but he tried masking them, nevertheless.

After sending the message Harry ran. He ran so hard that his legs started hurting but that didn't stop him.

He did slow down to catch his breathe as the familiar lake came in sight.

A small gasp escaped his lips as he stared at the once standing tall Oak tree.

Now it was on the ground, just like the leaves, just like his heart.

Heather wasn't there.

She was gone and took everything with her.

The End.