I looked out of my window and felt my heart plummet.
Something lived there once. A magnificent tree full of life.
Now damp and lifeless, I wanted to shake it and scream.
“How can you become so dead-ish, so ugly?”
“How can you be so robotic and cold?”
“How can something so beautiful die?”
The tree bent in the wind. A strong gust could’ve snapped it in half.
So strong and yet so fragile, I looked at its withered branches and screamed.
“Just this once, couldn’t you hold on to your leaves?”
“How can you just change like that?”
“How can you be so fickle?"
The tree looked at me, almost dead but alive. It had no answers and neither did I.
The line went cold, and the screaming stopped.
I deleted his number, and moved on.
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