Good lord. I don't even know where I'm going anymore. All the houses look the same. I can't tell the difference anymore. I wish I-
***FLASHBACK***
"Oh Mason..." She cooes.
I had set up this nice little picnic thing down in a little cove by her house. We were there all the time. It was ours.
"What?"
"You're so sweet, you know that?"
"I guess..." I really don't think it's that great truthfully. We're here every other day, but let her think what she wants. Am I right?
"Babe" She says as she snuggles up against me. "I really do love it..." She looks up at me.
"I believe you." No I don't.
I scoot away from her and grab my bag. Her eyes plead me to come back but I don't. I find my knife and stand up, wondering over to a tree that we are always in.
The tree branches are like steps. I climb up them to a branch that hangs over the stream.
I start to carve something in the bark when she climbs it. She carefully walks over to me then straddles the branch.
"Whatcha writin'?" She's practically Curious George.
"Don't look yet!" I scold her and shift my body infront of it so she can't see it.
"Hmmph." He crosses her arms and pouts.
"Oh stop." I say as I finish up the last rounded edge.
"Now look." I motion towards the carving.
"Awe! Mason!" She says with a big grin plastered on her face.
Who knew that the key to a girls' heart was to write our initials inside a heart on a tree?
***FLASHFORWARD***
What the hell? Why do these keep coming back?
Whatever. As long as I find her I'll be fine.
The tree... Where the fuck is that tree?
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The Past I Want Back
פנטזיהPeter Pan is having memories in his dreams about the life he lived in the real world. This book takes though the journey with Peter back into the real world where Peter met his true love. Will he remember how to get there? Will she remember that Pet...
