Disclaimer: Not mine. I sound like a broken record.
A/N: This is a little drabble I wrote a while back. It might develop into something else… or who knows, maybe I'll re-visit someday and just make it longer. Till then, it's exactly 100 words and staying that way. I'd love any feedback!
Dark nights, sounds of thunder, shocks of lightning.
Across the grounds lies a willow tree. Symbol of the murderer to many would-be happily-ever-afters, bark ironically mangled into sweet shapes. Hardly anyone knew of its existence, and of the two who ventured to sit at its roots, neither knew the other visited.
Storming nights saw the return of each solemn figure, deep in thought as they mourned the loss of a love that never was nor ever could be.
They knew not that amongst the dark sky and twinkling stars, the object of their affections lay just on the other side.