The Cherry Trees

The Cherry Trees

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"It was then that I heard it. The small, quiet, click. I couldn't turn my head fast enough. When I finally saw her, she had the gun to her head. "I'm sorry," she mouthed. And then the whole forest went silent when the sound of her life being taken echoed off the cherry trees." Anne Gallot. Shy, quiet, keeps to herself. Lexi Blackwell. Crazy, loud, funny, free-spirited. How could two best friends be more different? Perhaps that is what made their friendship so much more special than others. But when Luke Stein, Anne's long-time boyfriend, is killed she is consumed by a depression that even her best friend can't save her from, and eventually commits suicide. Experience Lexi and Anne's friendship and her relationship with Luke in "The Cherry Trees".
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There was Hanna, full of big dreams and reckless plans. Kim, sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal, with a laugh that could disarm the world. Luke, the quiet thinker, always scribbling in his notebook, trying to make sense of life before it had even begun. Collin, equal parts chaos and light, who could never sit still long enough to be caught. Hazel, all heart and hesitation, the one who held them together even when everything else began to fall apart. And Roanne, the dreamer, the glue between them all, with eyes that saw people for who they were-and who they could be. They met on a summer day too hot to forget, down at the park near the community center, where promises were made with pinky fingers and children's laughter echoed through the trees. Time moved differently back then. Days bled into nights, and the world felt small, safe, and theirs. But life, unexpectedly, has its own plans.

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