Brittle leaves crunched under the beaten pair of shoes I had worn since forever. Wisps of foggy breath creeping past my chapstick-waxed lips. Time robbed these trees of their leaves, not sparing a single leaf from its cruel fate.
I always did relate to trees, sympathizing with their loss. We both had no purpose, biding our time for someone come around. Waiting for someone to take interest in us, to love us, to care for us.
Deafening silence stuffed my ears with cotton balls of nothing. I waited. I sat. I waited. I cared.
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Short StorySorry about the lame title, I'm not too good at naming n stuff. You guys know I'm not creative, I'm just trying to work on adding figurative language n such to my writing.
