She met him beneath the willow tree, full abloom in spring. The wind rustled his golden brown hair, his tall stature standing tall against the soft blue sky. She looked in his gold eyes, and loved him. They talked. He was a soldier, he said, and he would be leaving soon. Her heart fell, but she would write him.
Soon she received her first letter and took it beneath the willow tree to read it. Over and over she read, until finally she got the courage to reply to it. After a few weeks he began to sign his letters with "I love you." She never did, for embarrasment, but said it in her heart without writing it down. She hoped he would understand.
One fateful day that unforgivingly frozen winter, she received a letter from the fighting soldiers that said he was missing. She presumed him dead, or doomed to death, and her world was gone forever. Her heart was ripped out, shredded, a black hole forever because of a few black words on crisp white paper. She walked to the willow tree with a knife in her hand two weeks later.
He walked back into town the same day, heart high to see his lover. He limped slightly, but looked cheerful and proud to all who saw his handsome face. He called her name, that which he had said every night before sleeping, but she didn't answer. He went to the willow tree, thinking to find her where he met her in spring. He saw her footprints in the snow, saw the bare, frozen willow tree.
A few steps closer, he saw a red stain upon the snow. He ran beneath the willow tree, and found on the other side his lover, stabbed through the heart by her own knife. He yelled a terrible, animal-like cry that was heard all through the town. He bent over her pale body, sobbing, and grasped her hand. In it he discovered a small scrap of paper with a note written on it in her tidy scrawl, tear drops making the words slightly fuzzy.
I never said I love you.
The willow tree wept.
Pippa-chan-face Community Member 
|
|
