JetBlackHeart16

In the dark of night, under the wilting branches of a dying willow tree, laid a broken girl. Now this girl wasn’t physically broken, she was emotionally broken, heart broken if you will. Night after night she found herself under the same tree, why? Because this is where she met him. This is where she met the man she thought she would live the rest of her life with. The man who told her he loved her a hundred times over. Night after night she came to the tree and prayed to see his face again. She laid under the tree and watched the slender branches, covered in a fresh spring bloom, sway back and forth in the wind. The cold breeze swirled