Treehouse

Millions of tiny shards of my shattered hopes fell to the ground when the bench came into view. He wasn't there. I could feel my eyes swell up and form tears. I felt my heart tear as droplets of water trickled down my red cheeks. I was a mess.

I sat on the newly vacant bench and sobbed. I felt stupid for doing so but it was beyond my control, I could not stop. My rosy cheeks had been converted into temporary water falls which completely soaked my top. I was crying more than I had in my entire life. It was like being an infant again, only more painful. How could a boy I had known just an hour influence me to such tears?

Drops of water hit me from above, they were not my teardrops, they were raindrops. It was raining. Well, at least nobody could tell that I was crying that much. No, they'd just think what a stupid, idiotic adolescent I was for not wearing some sort of jacket or coat. I could not feel the cold though, all I could feel was my own pain and heartache.

Nonetheless, I had to get out of the rain. But where would I go? I wouldn't go back home, I couldn't, not if I wanted to avoid being interrogated by Drake. And I couldn't stay here either, I was running the risk of bumping into my mother as she made her way home from work. I racked my brains for ideas, but they only seemed to be concentrating on one thing: Steffan. I got it! I had to go to the woods. I had to take refuse under the oak tree.

Quickly, I sprang up from my slouch and set off down the footpath toward the woods. Okay, so it wasn't the best place for me to go - too many vivid memories of him - but it was the only place. I was desperate to get to that oak tree and sit under it, so much that I started to run. I didn't care that I was seriously close to breaking a limb, what with the amount of times I'd stumbled and everything, all I cared was that I got to that ancient giant fast.

Finally, I had made it to the entrance of the woods unscathed. It was an achievement, for me. I could feel that I was close and my heart began to race, beating rapidly as I entered the forest. I was almost there, almost to the finish line, it was within reach. I rushed through the trees until the that special tree was in sight. Relief filled my body, it was still there. I didn't exactly know why I had actually doubted its existence, but all I cared about was the fact that it was still there.

But my relief was short lived, because there, underneath my tree, Steffan's tree, our tree sat a silhouetted figure. I couldn't make out who the shadow was for it was too dark. All I could see was that it was a boy. I could only hope that it was who I wanted it to be. But what good would that do? I'd already lost all hope after his failure to show up.