By Coral
Disclaimer: Disclaimers as usual.
Branch by branch, he climbed the old tree that had been "hers",
with only the moon and the twinkling stars above him to give him light. Each
branch that he climbed took him closer to her, but the remaining distance was so
great it was painful. He finally cradled himself in the natural seat of the
tree, gazing up at those stars. The wintery world was quiet and still. And cold.
She was out there, somewhere. He refused to believe that she was dead. She was
out there, just beyond his grasp.
"Come home, Kath," Mark whispered. "Come home safely."
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