This was written over a couple of days, so I'm sorry if it's disjointed! <3
His dreams were a desolate cross between ecstasy and worry. Whenever this happened- the two of them, together, locked in some kind of torturous passion, he agonized over what would happen after it was all done. As much as he wished to be caught up in the moment – to throw his entire self as they were there, together in his tree house. They would be entangled and he would feel like it was just him and her in the entire world. And for a moment, he could believe that it was all the same for her. But like the way she slipped away quietly in the morning, his dream disappeared as well, leaving him alone and broken.
He awoke early in the morning as the first rays filtered down on him, cut into beams by the branches above him. He groaned softly, keeping his eyes shut, knowing what he would see when he opened them. His right hand reached out hopelessly, grabbing at a phantom hand he wished was real. She was gone. It was expected – routine, always. But every time it cut him deeper, chronic pain that wracked his heart. So many descriptions of angst. His hands were brought up to his face and dragged over it, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He sat up slowly gazing into the forest, looking even though he knew where she'd be. It was a special place for them. She went there, he went there. He saw it as a symbol of their potential, the possibility that maybe they were made for each other. But it was one-sided, there was a wall and he was trying to scale it.
He crept through the trees, feet light for once while he heart weighed heavily, a frown tugging on his usually cheerful lips. When he arrived at their place, he knew that this river represented all the struggles in the entire relationship. Much like the crooked tree that Freak and Ravyn cherished (but was now destroyed), it was a place destined for confrontation. A discussion forever changed the relationship between his grandparents. They were balanced precariously, and their destiny together was going to plunge one way or the other. It was a pivotal time for the lovers, and luckily, things turned out right. But for him? He didn't know. He just felt as if things couldn't go on as they were. He couldn't wake up alone again.
He merely stood there, studying the beautiful form before him, her reddish-hue glowing in the morning light. There was a deep urge for him to lead her back to the tree house, or maybe settle things here. But he fought them back and just stood, waiting for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted to hear.
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