The cherry tree has been in their backyard by the lake for as long as they could remember. Every summer, they would spend their days around the lake, staring up at the tree, patiently waited for the cherries to turn red. “Me first. Me first.” They would even play rock, paper, scissors to see who will get the first cherry; the boy always lost because he knew this wasn’t forever, that she was leaving him soon; he was right.
This is a response for Sonya’s challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.