The end is inevitable and all the surrounding trees know it. They
gather the conversations in their branches, waiting for winter to turn them
cold and melt into memories with the snow. The laughter and the promises are
waiting to be broken by the hot summer sun, who's hopelessly begging to be born
again. He is waiting to walk hand in hand with the deadline of this bond. He
will laugh at their ignorance and at the girl's pretend to be part of a
landscape she's been cut off by her own mind.
The boy and girl know what will happen, they'll jump into the
spring gleam in the water and drown. They will be at the bottom of the lake,
wondering why and how. They'll come up, far away from each other, finally
breathing realization.
She will grab the flowers and tell them
how confused she was, how misplaced her butterflies were. He will curse at the
birds and explain to them how she made the snow seem whiter and how she spoke
words she didn't believe. "Liar!" The sky will scream next to him,
making a single tear flow down her cheek. A tear made of apology and anguish
from what they once were. A tear sparkling distraction and mistake. A tear that
will say "I told you so, you fool."
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