t minus 6 days / / days are shorter, nights longer, hearts bolder
his absence is forever felt,
from the branches of the great oak,
to the tips of Hazel's fingers,
the remnants of their mingled hearts remain forever underneath the leafless tree's shade;
the presence of his absence does not fade.
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neither reason nor rhyme ✓
Short Storyhazel is blind. henry helps her see. ~ cover: @soundthealarm
