The Meeting
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A tree. It was dark and burgundy, with damp leaves stuck to the side of its winding branches. It was similar to every other around it, only it was that tree on which they had first saw each other.
Silence. That was what they had met in. There was no noise from the air, or from themselves. They moved along the branches like shadows, blending into the slow darkness that was falling upon the world.
Their eyes. Neither of them ever looked away. Even as she pulled herself up higher and he shifted along the dangling trunk, they continued to regard the other. Her eyes were green and brown like the mossy water of an autumn stream, while his were dark like charcoal. Her's were more interesting.
Finally, childhood. The need to play and escape filled their hearts, to go rushing off into hideaways only children know about. Although, the need to be alone had disappeared. Neither knew where it went.
And so they had met. They had met on a tree, surrounded by silence with only their eyes to look at and only their childhoods that kept them together.
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