Chapter eight [Final chapter]

[3:32pm]

I ran towards the garden, very expectant. I walked to the bench where we normally sat and looked all around it but there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

My last hope was dashed and I felt my knees weaken. A strong wind blew across and I noticed that the sky wasn't looking so kind. I sat down on the bench hoping to gather strength to walk back to my room and face the reality that had just dawned on me. I looked up at the roof of the shade and noticed a thick white note sticking out from one of its ends. I could swear that paper wasn't there the previous day.

Curiosity kicked in but deep down, I was hoping it was what I was thinking. When I slipped it out, I found out that it was a folded note which read 'To my Jane doe'. I smiled and let the tears make their way freely down my cheeks. I sat back and unfolded the note quickly. I noticed part of its extreme end had been torn but I went on to read. It said:

'Let me begin by saying I'm aware that this garden doesn't belo