it'd been six months without brice.
she still longed for him everyday.
she'd once heard that you never get over your first love.
she was inclined to agree.
she was sitting under a pine tree.
the tree they had once carved their names in.
it hurt to look at it.
but she'd never scratch it out.
so she sat under the tree under the dark gray clouds.
"damnit, brice. you should be here."
she knew maybe someday he'd come back.
but she also knew it was foolish to hold onto hope for it.
you should be here, brice.
she carved it into the tree.
then she walked away, knowing he'd eventually see it.
and he would.
and once he did.
he would find her.
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