oneshots | myg ☒

tree

we broke up

as always, when i'm sad or depressed, i'll head over to this tree. it's located in the park but it's hidden behind some bushes so nobody will ever find it.

i've been here since childhood and it's near my old home. i first went here when my parents don't want to buy me a dog when i was five.
i now live alone as my parents had became angels.

i find this place comfy, especially the way the leaves of the tree helps to shade me and block the rain when coming.
i like if it rains.

talking about rain, little drops of water started pouring.
in a blink of an eye, it started raining - but not too heavily. it was drizzling.

it was night now and not many people are here. i'm just happy that there is silence.

i sat down on the grass, below the tree. admiring everything.
well, today's my last day here

somehow the sound of the glistening rain helps to keep calm me down and happy at the same time. pluviophile. that's what i have.

then, all the sad memories of my now ex were now gone. i feel at ease.

then, i got up and put my hand out.
the rain fell onto my hand, while some dripping down off of it.

unknowingly, i smiled to myself.

BOOM!

the thunder sounds made me flinched.
i looked up to the sky and saw a beautiful scenery.

the dark clouds and the trees nearby looks great together.

"it's beautiful" i muttered as i enjoyed it.

when silence settled again, i picked up a sharp object on the ground. it was a pair of scissors i kept near the tree.
i used to cut myself here.

i carved some words onto the bark of the beloved tree

I' amour; it read.

then i cut my wrist directly on my veins. deeper than the other wounds i used to have.
i dropped to the ground while i heard a scream of my name.

i lay down on the grass and faced the person who screamed my name.

it was you, holding a bouquet of flowers with a note; 'i'm sorry'.