Romans & histoires Under The Oak Tree Season 2

I say. "He's healing." "That's the same thing." --- The weeks pass. Oak slowly emerges — a tail wag here, a head on the knee there. He follows Celeste from room to room, not close, but present. He sleeps at the foot of the bed, a small warm weight. "You're good with him," I say. "I'm patient." "That's the same thing." --- Spring is coming. The garden wakes. Oak discovers the joy of lying in the sun, his belly exposed, his legs twitching as he dreams. Celeste plants tomatoes, peppers, and herbs. The same rituals, the same hope.

“Alright! Alright! My bad! I know you don’t do your niece! That’s completely incest!” The girl laughed as she received a stern look from Silas. I bowed my head. I just looked at the noisy dry leaves whenever I stepped on them. Do they have a relationship? The girl was just laughing at his irritability. They seemed used to each other. “What tree is this?” I asked while touching the big tree we stopped at. “Oak tree,” the girl replied shortly and stood beside me. We were out of the forest, but this area still seemed to belong to the homeowner. There was not a single person in sight, and only one type of tree was planted. The environment here is pure green—with dark green grass, big oak trees,

Elara felt a prickle of awe, a sense of being in the presence of something truly extraordinary. They emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. In the center, a gnarled oak tree stood sentinel, its branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath its ancient boughs, the ground was carpeted with soft, dewy moss. Kael nudged her gently towards it, a clear invitation to rest.