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Under the big oak tree…

It was a bright sunny day…

A day like any other, but it was the day she had chosen… She had awaken early, before the sun had begun to rise on the horizon. She had taken a light meal in the breakfast nook, and drawn herself a hot bath, filling the apartment’s air with a floral essence.

It was a peaceful day…

She chose her favorite dress from the closet, and put it on the bed, a long white dress that fitted the occasion. Dipping the tip of her long slim fingers in her favorite lavender body cream jar, she rubbed every inch of her skin, without the slightest rush. This day was hers and hers alone, and she intended on enjoying every second of it.

It was a promising day…

Pulling her hair up in a perfect mix of elegant and messy, she had decided that make up would be unnecessary. Her happiness gave a natural glow to her skin, and simple was the way to go…  She didn’t need to give into fanciness, not today.

It was a joyful day…

As she locked the door, she looked towards what was coming more that what she was leaving behind. She smiled as she headed to the forest, where she was to meet her fate. Her heart was already pounding hard at the thought of the encounter she had wished for so long…

It was a silent day…

Walking between the tall trees, she had taken her ballet shoes off, and left them behind, to feel the forest’s moss under her feet. She took her time, listening to the birds on her way to the heart of the woods. She picked a few wild mushrooms and a few berries as she continued, feeling like she was making one with nature.

It was a perfect day…

The slight breeze made the fabric of her dress fly right and left, giving her a fairy look as she entered the clearing. She was tempted to run to the big oak tree, but kept herself from doing so. Every step had its importance today, and there was no rush to get to it… When she kneeled, and sat, her back against the rough trunk, her heart ran faster all of a sudden.

It was the longest day…

Summer solstice, what other day could it have been? She wished he sat against the oak tree by her side at that very moment. She closed her eyes and ordered every memory she had of him to recollect. When she opened them again, she could see him as clearly as if he had been there.

It was the day of all confessions…

She leaned against the tree’s bark, curling her fingers in the dents. She turned her head to face the illusion of him, and started talking, murmurs taken away by the warm wind that made her pitch black hair dance on her bare shoulders. She told him everything. Her sorrows and her joys, past and present. She gave him all the thoughts she had locked away from him, from the others, from herself even… All the secrets she had held within her thoughout the years. Her dreams and her fears… She weeped as her heart got lighter and lighter…

It was the day of deliverance…

She spoke all afternoon, giving herlself like she had never done it before. She thought about reaching out to take his hand, or turning his way to steal a good bye kiss from his lips, but she knew the disapointment of breaking the illusion would be too much for her to take. So she kept talking, unveilling her fragile self.

When the sun finally set, the vision of him started fading in the orange glaze on the forest. She felt lonely for a few minutes, and then remembered she didn’t need to. She laid near the oak tree, on the green grass, and ate the berries, slowly. Then she stared at the sun disapearing on the horizon, and closing her eyes on all the beauty around her, she opened her tiny white hand and swallowed the mushrooms she had picked up in the woods.

In no time, her heart stopped under the big oak tree, and letting her last breath out, her spirit was finally free… for good.

It was the last day…

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