𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

𝗽𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗳𝗳

tree house

You stared at the brand new tombstone, rain blurring your eyesight and clothes cling to your body. He had passed on a few days ago but you could not find it in yourself to cry. You didn't know why you were standing there with a bouquet in hand. You never liked the guy, nobody did. Maybe that's why you visited: because nobody else would. It was ironic, when you thought about it, that the child he liked the least was the only child to visit his grave (given that this would be the last time you'd ever be seen there).

You didn't know how long you had been standing there, but it was getting dark and you were beginning to lose feeling in your legs, not to mention the rain only seemed to be getting worse. It was only a matter of time before Pietro came to fetch you.

'speak of the devil' you had thought when he arrived just moments after. You heard him before you saw him. Pietro had stopped to your right, his hand landing on your shoulder. "Let's go home" he had said, moving his hand to hold yours. He led you towards a sleek, black car that was parked in front of the cemetery.

Right across the road was a forest. Having grown up in the area, you knew it like the back of your hand. You decided you wanted to go in and look for the tiny treehouse you had built somewhere in there.

With your hand still in his, you pulled Pietro into the relatively small forest. It has been a while since you had stepped foot in there, a few things had changed. A few trees had been cut down and a few more had been planted in their place. There were less critters than before: a few squirrels here, some bunnies there and a lot of bugs crawling about.

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence. You could see that your lover had questions on the tip of his tongue but decided to keep them to himself until later.

Eventually, the treehouse entered yur line of site. It was old and rusty and you had no idea how it held up for so long. Moss and vines had began making their way up, from where you were standing you could see a few mushrooms growing in the corners.

"come on" You said, grabbing hold of the soaking wet rope that led to the 'door'.

"after you."

You rolled your eyes and went up. The floor creaked under your feet. There were leaves and twigs littered all over and you could barely breath due to the amount of dust in the air. There was a small blanket In the middle, a colouring book and crayons scattered on top. You picked up the blanket, dust and dirty immediately lifting off it, "it used to be green" You mumbled before tucking it under your arm and looking around.

Something had caught Pietro's eye and he began walking towards a tiny desk in the corner. There, a thick book sat. He picked it up and a smile crept up his face when his eyes fell on the words 'photo album'. "Oh I'm taking this." You looked over to him and rolled your eyes,"alright let's go, I don't know how much longer this thing can hold us."

With that the two of you left with the promise to return once more.

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