I knew nothing other than beautiful trees. I had always adored trees. But Tree was my favourite... because the rest were ordinary. Tree and I had a history, a history I refused to let go of. Even years later, I cling to that history desperately. For the love I used to know. /Short, no relevant plot, simple writing. It was a task given to me by school. Enjoy, and please review!
Fiction: General - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,105 - Published: 5/12/2013 - Complete