Hidden mostly from view by thick bushes, the spot near the flame of the forest had become her place of solace and sorrow.
Here she’d sit, sob uncontrollably, look heavenward and blow a kiss to her beloved, take a long deep breath, then swallow her grief and go home.
Jack hadn’t intended to intrude but he thought it was the perfect tree to scale and click a few photos, when she came and sat below, unaware of his presence and he heard her speak, saw her cry and felt her pain, watching silently from above.
Two days later, he ‘accidentally’ dropped his wallet as he deliberately walked by her and smiled as she returned it to him, insisting on buying her coffee from the nearby cafe as a thank you.
She was quiet at first but after the first few meetings she gladly but hesitantly revealed how she’d married her best friend, only to have him taken away in a plane crash, one month after their honeymoon.
A few months later as they walked hand in hand, they came to the same tree and as she glanced at her once familiar abode, he squeezed her arm comfortingly, looked heavenward and said, “She loved you and still does, I just hope I’ll be able to keep her as happy as you did.”
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