I couldn't do this anymore. I needed to find somewhere else to spend my time. There was one place that a woman named Roselle and I used to go. I'd been dreaming of it recently. We'd spend all our time there, just like me and Clara in the flower field.

There were so many different places like this, I couldn't never bare to go back to them but this seemed to be an exception.

I walked across the empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I followed it until I reached the riverside. I got a feeling of nostalgia, and maybe even completion. I sat there in the cool breeze, just thinking.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone..?

Eventually I got up and began to walk further, this area had always been empty so it was ours and only ours. I came across a fallen tree, I felt the branches looking at me almost as if they were wondering where Rose was and why I hadn't shown in what.. months? Years? Decades?

Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

I'm not getting any older and yet I just want something to rely on. Someone to talk to somewhere only we know.

This should be the end of everything. But instead I'm here, somewhere only I know...

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Finished: 18/3/23