A Half-SC: You and I

It seems as if everyone has ditched this place! The silence is almost haunting... KEEP POSTING EVERYONE! Do we really want September to be a new record low for number of posts? Hopefully high-school won't interfere with this blog... Though I suppose it already has. D:

I've been checking this page almost everyday for a week now, and no one has been posting. So, since I feel a bit sorry for anyone who still bothers to check this place (like me), here's a Half-SC for you guys to read while you wait - hopefully not for long - for the rest of the giftees to post.

I should explain this one a bit. It is definitely not a Short Clip, but since all my writing has been those so far, this one will be an Honorary SC, thus the name Half. This piece actually evolved from a drastically different idea; however I am more happy with this outcome. It was actually written yesterday, but I didn't write it for this. Then today it felt so lonely on here I couldn't stand it any longer... so here you go:

It was just a tree.

The only particular characteristic about this tree was that it had low-hanging branches, comfortable to sit on. Other than that, it was just a tree.

But it was at the tree where I first met You, the first day of summer four years ago. You were running a hand through your jet black hair, a huge grin on your face. I asked You why you were so happy. And that was how I got to know You.

It was beneath that tree where we spent our summer, shared our secrets, and confided in each other.

You held my hand while I leaned into your shoulder, tears streaming down my face, telling You about the fights.

I listened carefully when You babbled out everything you planned for your future – You had med school or policing on your mind.

The time my best friend started calling me a freak, You wrapped your arms around me and whispered comforting words into my ear.

Sometimes You brought your guitar, and I watched admiringly as You strummed a few chords, singing along softly.

We actually had a lot in common, You and I. But while my life seemed to be a never-ending wreck, You were the one with the dreams and a seemingly bright future ahead. As the summer went on though, You helped me become like You – for the first time, I started to believe in a possible happy ending too.

…Until the day mom left. She left without a word and never looked back. The next day I ran to the tree, desperately searching for You…but You had disappeared too. For the next six months I returned to that tree everyday; You never showed up. With Your disappearance, a part of me disappeared too. When You left, My hopes and dreams vanished with You.

When I think back on it now, it was more than a tree; it was our tree. I will never forget the short time we spent together that summer four years ago. But like my mom, You vanished without a trace, and neither of you have been back since.

Funny thing is though… when I think back to that summer, I can still picture a spitting image of You: You looked exactly like me.

There you go. Hope you liked it!