when i was younger i spent most my days with my grandmother, in a small cottage near a river- trees ran out for miles. she would tell me stories as i sat on the kitchen counter watching her bake and make all sorts of lovely recipes. most of the stories were about love while some were about finding your own way in life. i never understood them but nonetheless i was more then happy to listen. but one story really stuck with me, it was about a man who loved another man.. their names were ash and hunter, although their love was forbidden they still found ways to see each other. they would meet under a cherry tree deep in the woods every other day. they loved each other dearly and never gave up on one another. one day hunter didn't show up. ash waited hours upon hours but hunter never came. this saddened him dearly.. that night a witch came to him. she said that hunter was unworthy of his love and that he had been seeing another man. ash broke into tears, his heart aching- the witch promised to teach hunter a lesson but in return he had to do something for her. upon taking with the witch further he made up his mind. he agreed to the witches offer. the witch asked if he had anymore requests, ash nodded telling her to kill the woman hunter had been seeing. the witch saw the darkness in both their hearts.. that day was the last time the men were ever seen. their whereabouts remaining unknown.
i asked my grandmother what had happened to the men but she simply hummed. to this day my question still remains unanswered.
