I had my face hidden on my hands as I sat on the tree stump, with my back on the oak tree’s bark. I was dressed fully in black. My overcoat fell down, below my back. My black jean’s hem was soiled with the red sand as I had run swiftly on the sand. Then I heard soft footsteps, crunching the dead leaves. I pushed my face into my hands more stiffly.  She placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked up. The mascara on my eyes was running down on my cheek. ‘Don’t. Just don’t weep over what is lost. She chose her fate…and you’ll choose yours. Not like hers, I hope.’ I tried to say something, but my words were lost as I tripped over them. My voice quivered. I couldn’t say anything, so I nodded. She led me and I followed her out of the oak forest…

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