When one starts talking to a tree, what happens? What words shall be spoken of?
this is my first fic. so dont be so harsh. ok? please review...
I was at the Sakura tree. Pondering about things a man would never have the guts to talk about. His feelings.
Then I just started babbling to my –scratch that- our tree.
"I have never felt this loneliness before. Though I have been alone for a long time, I finally realized this when I met you."
"The aura that surrounds you, it makes everyone come to you though they don't realize it. Even I, the creature of the darkness have finally succumbed to it."
"In your presence, I see my darkness. I see how useless and weak I really am. I see that I am of no importance to the world. I am just a bundle of useless nerves and tissues that only contributes to the ever increasing population in this stupid world."
"In your presence, I see how my broken and lost my life really is. I see how I have wasted much of my life."
"But I also found that in your presence, I could be safe. I could be secure. I found a shelter that I can be myself. I found the warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts. In your presence, I found myself learning how to love the world I had despised for all these years."
"In your presence, I found myself falling even deeper into your spell."
"Your loud voice, childish pigtails, your bright eyes, and most of all, your stupid smile, I just couldn't forget it. It haunted my dreams. Seeing them drown into the pool of crimson liquid that surrounds my life, it was plain torture. If I were to lose you to that, I would never forgive myself."
"Even in reality, I could not escape that hurt. All those times I see you happy with other guys, it makes me want to burn something up. I keep asking myself: Why won't those jerks mind their own property? Wait, my property??? I couldn't even admit those three damn words to myself; what more if I say it to you."
"I hate my stupid life. I regret all those times that I could have just died. But then again, would I want to end my life that has just begun to become brighter? Wouldn't I miss all those moments with you; those moments I treasure here inside my heart. Wouldn't I miss your laugh, your eyes and most of all, that smile of yours?"
"I guess its no use talking to a stupid tree. But at least, I have released all those emotions I bottled up inside me."
And as I was about to head back to my room for a needed nap, I heard a shrill voice.
"Who are you talking to Natsume," said a girl with pigtails. I replied: "To our tree."