...The surroundings was very relaxing, soothing and mostly was something everyone would want to be at the moment ...

...It would be a dream to live in a non-remoted place especially because there was no one else there but the kindness of mother earth...

...But for her, she was forced to remember everything she despise of because she lived there, she cannot leave. She was stuck and she doesn’t know what she can do ...

...The forest would constantly make sounds and various of birds were chirping early in the morning, air was fresh contained nothing but good freshments but somehow it makes her sick despite all the peacefulness she was witnessing ...

...This was the place him and her would go often which they shared memories a lot, the place was surrounded with nothing but trees but one tree was alone somewhere hidden, it was there’s though a certain someone always sneaks up to take the place many times ...

...She can only hold onto those precious moments that she cannot have her hands gasp of, it was the happiest times she had especially when he was there but for some reasons she at the moment avoids remembering everything that might cause her to tear up and feel like dying ...

...She loves the place but at the same time she hates it, it was her childhood treehouse and her own space to free stress herself but now she wasn’t so sure anymore...

...The only thing she feels here was anger, sadness and confusion. They were all mixed up and it was pressuring her, was making her dizzy every time she smells the lavender scent and the flowers that scattered around the place, it makes her wanna throw up ...

...She went closer to the swing which her lover would continually swing himself to feel free, the same swing they would lean on for support for their lives that was making their shoulder hurt...

...That swing that would make it go away because it was magical, it holds their tales away and keep it a secret for the rest of their lives. ...

...She took the rope and felt it, it was holding on the thick branch of the tree that moves within the motion of the air, leaves fell as it falls on to the dirt that grasses takes ...

...The wooden old plank that was used for more than years by different people, they sometime wonders what the people who had gone here felt. ...

...Only whenever she eyes the swing, she would see the person who sits there and puts a smile like he’s the happiest person alive....

...The person she loves, his hair and her aroma that would always keep her occupied smelling the air...

...Painful. ...

...In the end, there was nothing she can do about it...

...“Please come back..” she muttered, sliding herself down while leaning for support at the big oak tree, tears were steaming at her eyes “..why would you..” ...

...She wans to remember but she doesn’t at the same time. ...

...That question was never answered....