Under the tree of thoughts

Under the tree of thoughts

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The story I'm about to write is the story of a person sitting on his bed, thinking about the choices he has made. The development of his thoughts is not about his past, nor his future. It's about the present. Every day this person sits on his bed thinking about his life, the choices he has made. His room is like an open diary...letting out all his emotions, creating a large lawn of thoughts, and the most precious ones, the thoughts which weight the most, are hanging in a big tree in the middle of this lawn. The day which made him stay only under that tree, was the day I'm going to write about. The day that something changed, making him to look in the far past, where he find things which had been long forgotten. This is the story of this certain person standing under his own tree of thoughts, discovering new features about himself every second he spends in the shadow of that tree.
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I was never meant to leave that room. I had spent my whole life in there, imagining what it was like on the outside. I looked forward to the day when I would finally be allowed to leave. But that day was never supposed to come. Until James decided to keep his promise. He had always been there, on the other side of the glass. Waiting. The experiment wasn't over. He was still waiting for me to change. But I didn't change. Not until that night. It was dark, and there was rain. The sound of the car engine was loud, but the crash was louder. In the crash, I became something different. I changed. But not for James. This new part of me emerged for one reason; to save her. This story is a first draft and will contain typos and grammatical errors. I apologize for these in advance, and hope you can see beyond them to the story beneath. Happy reading!

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