Music fills my ears as a cold breeze blows through my hair, and the smell of poppy's surrounds me.
"Alex." A familiar voice makes its way through my music, as I pull the buds out of my ears. A smile earning its way onto my face.
"That's uh, my name." He says not making eye contact. Tall grass sways with the wind to my right as my eyes admire the scenery around us.
"Gracie." I speak with my weak, hoarse voice.
Our eyes meet, and instead of breaking seconds later, they stay connected for a while longer. Realizing, we are both broken souls, under a tree, this tree.
YOU ARE READING
this tree
Teen Fiction'its hard to love others, when you cant love yourself' in which a sad girl, and a sad boy meet underneath a tree -does contain talks of suicide
