He visted the tree eveyday after that. He told her stories of his new life. He spoke of his wife and his children.
But above all, he apologized. For everything. He had never meant to hurt her. He was scared and a coward. He had wounded her beyond repair rather than facing his feelings.
Eventually Leon grew old. His wife had already passed and his children and grandchildren sat by his bedside.
With his last few breathes he made a final request. "There is an old tree. In the meadow and the edge of this village. Bury me beneath it. Then I will be with my one true love."
His children knew nothing of Willow. And while they also knew that that wasn't where their mother had been buried, they did not deny his request.
When Leon finallly died, he was buried beneath the weeping willow tree.
And for many years after that, the tree stood tall and strong. Branches always bent, leaves always falling as tears would.
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The Origin of the Weeping Willow
Storie brevi{Just so everyone knows, my mom is the one who actually gave me the idea for this book. 75% credit goes to her. She's awesome.} Just decied to write this. Hope you like it...