Lisa, cold and lonely, sat very very high in the branches of a very very big tree. She thoughtof Atol, and nothing else.
Where is he now? When will we find each other? Is he dead? How is he fairing?
Black roses sorrounded the bottom of thetree, because Lisa had kept making them grow from the tree, then she picked and dropped them. She never saw the dark figure coming through the trees untill it was almost there.
She ignored it and climbed higher, the roses at the bottom of the tree were now wilted and and dead, the petals strewn around the area by the wind.
Where is he now? When will we find each other? Is he dead? How is he fairing?
Black roses sorrounded the bottom of thetree, because Lisa had kept making them grow from the tree, then she picked and dropped them. She never saw the dark figure coming through the trees untill it was almost there.
She ignored it and climbed higher, the roses at the bottom of the tree were now wilted and and dead, the petals strewn around the area by the wind.