The Evergreen

"Phoebe, remember one thing for me, alright? If you ever need me, and i'm not there to hold your hand, i'll be under the Evergreen, always."


1. Prologue: Phoebe

June, 10th.

The days of my youth is far behind me, and here i sit. Under the Tree that holds most of my memories. Nearly 60 years old and still wondering if he's alive, wondering if he remembers me, remembers us. I remember everything, only, i haven't seen him since we were 20 years old. What happened? a question i ask myself everyday. I still remember the way he said my name, the way his hair shifted over his eyes when he got nervous and turned his head. I remember the way his hands felt entwined with mine. The way he walked... does he even remember? 

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