(Willow's POV)
The tears won't come.
I don't care.
People come,
They take the body.
I go to the funeral.
Watch my brother's body be lower into the cold earth.
The tears won't come.
Sawyer won't come back.
I won't go back home.
Reminders of him are everywhere.
I walk.
I don't know where.
I don't care where.
I don't care.
I don't notice anyone or anything.
I think someone tries to talk to me.
I ignore them.
I walk.
I don't know where.
I don't care where.
Just,
somewhere.
I walk straight through the night.
Not stopping to eat or drink.
The tears still won't come.
I don't care.
I just walk.
Nothing else.
Something I could do even before my parent's died.
I walk.
I never stop.
I don't care.
I won't eat or drink.
Without hope,
there is no purpose to life.
Without anyone else to be there for you,
there is no purpose to life.
The tears won't come.
The road stops.
I don't.
I walk through tall grass.
The tears won't come.
I walk.
The tears won't come.
I walk.
The tears won't come.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I stop walking.
and fall to the base of a Willow tree.
The tears come.
They come in terrible heaving sobs.
I cry.
I cry for one main reason.
Because I care.
I'm done walking.
I'm crying.
I care.
so much.
The branches of the Willow tree droop, almost as if they were crying and caring and not walking with me.
I don't stop crying.
or caring.
The Willow tree keeps me safe for the night.
But the whole night I can't help but cry,
and care,
and... wish.
wish I could see my parents again.
Wish I could see Sawyer again.
Cry.
Care.
Wish.
The willow tree keeps me safe.
Until I leave.
I leave to go see my parents.
To see my brother.
To be with them again.
YOU ARE READING
The Willow Tree
Historical FictionWillow is a thirteen-year-old girl living during the Great Depression. It's only her and her brother Sawyer, fighting to live. You will probably cry, but you will grow to love all the characters and wish they could all have better futures. (I will p...
