i remember an entry i put in a week ago.
i said i drew a dying tree, and intended that it represented her.
she is a dying tree.
she showed up today with bruises on her legs, and they were not from a fall.
i knew it was her boyfriend.
she had a faded red mark on her cheek, covered in makeup to hide itself from the world.
i could treat her better.
whenever i think about how he treats her i instantly just want to hold her in my arms and have my arms wrapped around her like she is a fragile glass object.
like she was a dead leaf, and i afraid to crush it.
i am a dying tree when i see how he treats her.
she is one of my dying leaves.
she has grown on me.
she is my favorite leaf.
until next fall journal.
c 。h
freshman year, november 22
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Fanfictionfall is a good season。。。 although everything's dying it's the most beautiful time of the year 。。。 lowercase intended. -SHORT STORY- -HIGHSCHOOL AU-
