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Under the Gray Willow Tree [Watty Awards 2012 Round 2] (Editing)

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Chapter 2

Nothing interesting actually happened on the first few days of school. Screw that! Nothing happened at all during the first week of school. Wait, that is such an understatement. Allow me to rephrase that. Nothing interesting actually happened at all during the first two months of school. It’s the last week of October now. Most people have already started preparing for Halloween. But I, for one, am not.

The reason? There are two. Number one: It goes against my religion, Christianity. We're not supposed to believe in ghosts, aliens, paranormal stuff, witches and wizards – or rather, witchcraft – magic and anything along the line. But I don’t really mind! I never really liked those stuff anyway, especially vampires and werewolves. Blame Stephanie Meyer for that!

And then, there’s reason number two: I don’t have anyone – besides Gray of course! – To celebrate it with me, so what’s the point? Which is why I don’t celebrate it at all. Anyway, what is the point of dressing up and going around the neighbourhood and collecting sweets and candies and eating it until we get cavities? Waste of time, money and energy!

So, I’m just going to sit around, doing nothing – as always! – At home on October the thirty-first. Doing nothing, like I always do, as memories haunt me, never-endingly in my dreams, crashing my life over and over and over again. And it makes me literally cry myself to sleep every single night.

Right now, I’m curled up into Gray on the couch in my living room, watching a bittersweet movie entitled ‘The Last Song’, a movie adaptation of Nicholas Sparks’ novel of the same name. It’s so bittersweet, that I found myself crying never-endingly when the movie ended. Gray used his thumb to wipe away my tears.

“Aww! Willow tree! Don’t cry!”

But that made me cry even more than I was. Why? Well, it’s because Ronnie’s (that’s the main character) dad’s death reminds me of the accident and the loss that I have. Not a pleasant moment but I have to endure it. Somehow.

“Willow tree…” he cooed into my ear.

I tried my best to stifle my sobs but it was useless. The tears and sobs just keep on coming. I guess… I guess I can’t stop because my loss is too much for a seventeen-year-old. I buried my face in his shirt. My tears wetted his shirt greatly.

“Shush… Shush…” he tried cooing again.

With my face still buried in his shirt, my tears stopped spilling out. Instead, I just sobbed like there’s no tomorrow, sobbed ‘til my throat is sore, sob ‘til I can’t stop. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could manage. I felt Gray caressing my hair oh-so-gently. Somehow, a wave of calmness rushed over me.

“Gray…” I whispered, my voice breaking a little.

“Hmm?” he mumbled back, still caressing my hair gently.

I stifled my sobs, this time, with more success. I started breathing in his scent. My breaths were still quick – not sobs – but I’ve stopped crying.

Tonight’s going to haunt me terribly. It’d be a miracle if I can even squeeze in three hours of sleep. I wanted to crawl into bed and fall asleep, but at the same time, I don’t want to. I miss my family. I miss all those times we had together.

Those sweet and beautiful times, those sad and painful times, those happy and joyful times. I miss them all. But those are the memories that haunts me at night. Those are the memories that makes me cry. But that’s all I have left. Memories.

I felt Gray pull me closer into him.

“Willow tree…”

I love it when he calls me that. No one else ever calls me that. It’s like our special thing. He’s been calling me ‘Willow tree’ ever since we first met because he claims that the name ‘Willow’ should only be used for a tree. But I’m not complaining. I love it.

“Yes?” I asked, slightly dazed.

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Hayden Panettiereas Willow Rayne
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