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She flicks her eyes up, and sighs and begins what feels like the longest walk of her life to the tree stump in the centre. Looking down at it and running her hand over the surface. There it is. She traces her hand over the mark in the Wood... It has lasted this long. Her hand shakes, she's old, she feels it in her body. Each step. A tear drops onto the surface of the wood and she quickly turns away from it. She hears his voice again. "Meet me in our place", where was he now. Dead for all she knew. It had been so long. She never loved him, she loved this place, loved the feeling that came with it. This was her place. Now as she walked back down the path she looked back at the tree stump and her initials carved into it. Glad she had come here to say goodbye. The leaves crackled under her feet. She passed the bench where she had lay, crying to herself. She passed the small opening that lead out into the park, the park that she watched someone she once knew get three girls numbers, within half an hour. She passed the oak tree she had brushed her hand over so many times. She walked more steadily now. Like she had completed her final right of passage. She came off the path for a final time and was helped into a wheelchair then pushed away. A final time for everything. As she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
A man passed, he was alone, struggling with a walking stick. A face lines with troubles, guilt. He walked the path also, traced his hand over the tree and stood at the tree stump. A small smile passed over his face. He remembered her so clearly. "When did you last cry?" He remembered her asking him that.
"Now..." He whispered. As tears fell so suddenly down his face. Remembering everything. Everything he had done wrong with his life, everything he had lost. Every regret.
They say when your on your death bed you don't remember the things you did, but the things you didn't do. He looked up at the metal ladder. She had told him about that escape route. Now, after all this time, he would take it instead of her.
Neither of them had meant that much to each other. At least, they had thought that. Even now, at the end, they still didn't see it. You didn't have to love someone, or even like them, for them to be the most important person you ever met. Some people touch your heart.
And each of them had.
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