This is our tree. Always is and always will be. It even has our names carved in it, well our initials anyway. This tree brings back so many memories, I smile in spite of myself everytime I pass it.

There was love here, there was care. And something else…
But what was it ? Just standing at the tree made me happy…

And then completely different feelings wash over me. Sadness, loathing, hate, hurt. I want to burn the tree, to destroy it. I dont know why I’m feeling this looking at the tree. But something inside suddenly reminds me.

I tug on the chain around my neck and realize.

The locket, the note.
Brian.