I'm leaving tomorrow, and I can't help but to wish you were leaving with me

I own nothing.

Sweet Death

I'm leaving tomorrow, and I can't help but to wish you were leaving with me.

Her hand traced the bark on the tree, trying to feel him. All that time we spent together and only few short moments were honest about our feelings. Then when we finally opened up things began to happen.

Her hand lingered on knot in the tree trunk, the place his hand was reaching out trying to grab hers. I can't help but to wonder that things would be different if you wouldn't have come. It you stayed out of the realms. I shouldn't have pressed you. The pain was too much she sunk to her knees, kneeling in the dirt wishing she could sink into the tree too. Maybe then we would both be going to place where we could be together. But maybe there isn't a place like that.

A single tear fell down her face then another one came, in time she could not control it, she sat under the tree crying, just like all the other times she sat next to him. This is my last time coming here, it not the same anymore, I told the creatures I needed to heal, they expect me to help make a new pack, but they don't understand, everything in this realm took away what I truly cared about. It took my mother, my chance for a normal life, and you. It took you from me.

At times I wish I could die, that way I could see you again, be held by you. Then there are times that curse you. I curse the fact that you saved me, and that your death brought peace to the land. I hate that you found what your life was meant to be in your death. And I hate that you left me alone.

She got up, placed her hand on the tree, feeling the roughness gingerly. She tore a piece of her dress off down by the hem and placed in at the trees roots. If you can hear me, then remember me, remember me as the girl you knew, as the child who thought she could make everything better and remember that I loved, no, love you.

She walked carefully away from the tree only looking back once. When she looked back she saw him, leaning against the tree holding the piece of her torn dress in his hand, he looked at her and smiled just before he sunk back into the tree, the piece of fabric still on the ground.

Short drabble, tell me how you liked it.