Erika x Free
Under The Apple Tree
Gnarled bark, the green leaves. His apple tree, his sanctuary. He rests here when he's tired of it all.
Free leans his muscled frame back against the tree.
Light summer breeze ruffles his brown hair and he closes his eyes.
Jumpy as usual, he snaps them open when he hears footsteps.
Her hair, the strange colour it is, sways in the breeze as she strides over and sits next to him.
Stay like that, inches apart, for a few minutes before Erika scoots closer and takes his hand.
Rests her petite head on his shoulder.
A sweet, companionable silence.