Lyn's Short Story Collection

An Oasis For You And Me

Story Prompt (Statement) - "The Oasis" by my boyfriend.

A little girl in a tall tree, where all is and not quiet.

You see, this particular girl could drown out any background sound to her choosing and purely focus on anything she wanted. The power she possessed being up in that tree (to her) made her feel in control. She could go completely unnoticed, but notice the world passing time around her. It became a common occurrence that she'd climb the tree with all her might and perch herself onto her favorite branch, one where she could see everything but no one could see her.

This standing tree was located in the middle of a park which held very dear sentimental value to her, where beautiful things both formed and disappeared. Due to the disappearance of those formed memories, it warmed her heart to see these beautiful things happen for other people. Once having the perfect view of a boy telling a boy 'i love you' for the first time or the time a boy tackled the girl he loved and kissed her passionately. 

Letting out a quiet squeal as her foot slipped from one of the branches, She clung onto the next with her left hand and repositioned herself. She never usually struggled to get up, but today she was particularly fatigued yet really wanted to escape. At this particular point in time, her parents were commencing a long-awaited divorce. She didn't seem as phased about it as she should've been, often used to pushing down these problems so she came here to deal with it instead.  As she lifted her head to locate the next branch, her eyebrows raised to the sight of a foot belonging to another person. While she was aware that this tree was in a public location, no one had ever bothered to venture up this far up the branches. She couldn't help but smile as she saw his socks, which had the Tardis on each ankle.

She peered over from her spot at what appeared to be a boy in which she assumed was close to her age. His brown hair rustled along with the leaves as the wind blew and his deep brown eyes focused on her. She didn't particularly know how to approach this. Should I tell him this is my private spot? Would it make him sad? What do you think about when you come up here? Where did you get your Tardis socks?

Nothing was said. In fact, nothing had been said for weeks as they both continuously visited this tree. The boy often carried his backpack with him that contained all sorts of things. The little girl didn't want to obviously stare, but she could make out the various books he had finished over the weeks as well as the amount of time he would put into writing in his notebook - which was often.

Both beautiful and sad things seemed to happen more often down below and they would experience them together - but not together as they positioned themselves on opposite sides of the tree. They witnessed the many confessions of both love and heartbreak in which time seemed to instantly slow down as they peered over at each other, very obviously curious on the reaction of the other. There were multiple instances in which the little girl would cry and she could see the boy trying to work himself up to climb to the other side and comfort her. Although, there was something peaceful about these silent experiences.

More time passed, and they became more familiar with each other's distant company. They continued to keep to themselves writing, reading or completely zoning out. They'd catch each other's eye sometimes although the little girl was sure to quickly glance away. 

This was their place, their escape, that they shared together but not together.

... then he stopped coming. He disappeared just like that. The little girl knew that when he was ill he would only go away for days at a time, although these days turned into weeks. She got very used to him, so this made her quite sad and worrisome to the point where she ventured to his side of the tree. There lay a small leather notebook, the same one he had been writing in since the first time they laid eyes on each other. The little girl didn't want to invade his privacy, but the curiosity of his whereabouts overtook that worry as she flipped to the first page. 

" The chirping of the birds sound more beautiful up here than down below. I think I like it here. I think I like it here a lot. "

She flipped again.

" There's a girl sitting across from me, she is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my short life. I hope I get to see her every day that I'm given to live."

'Short life??' 

As she continued to flip the pages, she read the words of a dying boy. A dying boy who fell in love with a girl without saying a word to her. 

" She was crying today. How I wish I could wrap my arms around her, but I can't. I don't want to hurt her. Not like this is hurting me. "

The boy wrote so much that he stuck extra pages into the notebook. As much as it would obviously ache, the little girl turned to the last page. 

"To the small beauty from the other side of the tree,

I'm sorry I never got to talk to you. I am a dying boy, and I don't want to hurt a living girl because witnessing first kisses, I love yous, breakups and other beautiful things with you made realize that a life is too precious to taint. 

I hope you remember me, thank you for being a part of my oasis, our oasis. Even though it was unexpected, I'm glad I got to share it with you. This will always be an oasis for you and me, and I'll always be here with you."

As much as the little girl wanted it to, time never stopped when he disappeared. The world continued, commenced. She had the power to see everything but not stop anything. Time really did pass as she visited the tree often, with one more memory to hold on to and keep stored away in her pocket as she climbed each branch to sit and reread. 

Her oasis turned into an oasis for her and him. She'd often hope that he would come back to haunt her so she could feel his distant presence again. She regretted letting time slip through her fingers so easily and came into the possession of her own leather notebook in which she could record her own moments. In memory of the boy who passed, she titled it; 

'An Oasis For You And Me'

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Hey there, this was my first creative short story on Wattpad. I really hope you enjoyed reading it. While it's nothing special, it means a lot to me. I've noticed that I profusely compose stories that have some sort of personal or sentimental connection to me, and I've learnt to just accept that.

If you have any tips, don't be afraid to let me know ♡

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