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She answered and I knelt to get a closer look at my puppies, but I didn't touch them. "Hey, do you still recognize me? I think you don't. Hi, Potter! Hey, Harry! I missed you, dudes! You are adults now, huh?" I talked to my golden retrievers and I got surprised when they wiggled their tails as they whimpers. Damn, that means they still know me. --- "I clean this room every week. And, I water your tree regularly but it is still small. It's not growing, Hija." Letty uttered as we stepped inside my room, and yes, indeed, my tree doesn't grow quickly. It's a bonsai.

I instantly detected the underlying tones of bitterness and hatred as she spoke of her mother but, from the way she had taken Abby in her care and had vowed to look after her niece as though she were her own, that told me that she was never going to be anything like her mother. "I guess, if either of us do happen to fuck up, then the other will be there to unfuck the situation," it may have sounded like I was joking, but I was being serious, we could be each other's rock. We had both had tough childhood's and we have both been abandoned by our mother, so we knew all the wrong things to do as parents, which meant we would only do the right things with the occasional fuck up.

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“So tell me about yourself, Bryan; I only know you as a very serious person who smiles once in a while. Bryan gave me a soft giggle. “I’m a young man in my late 30s. I am the CEO of a big and successful firm. I lost my fiancée seven years ago. We were planning our wedding when she suddenly died in a car crash. Her death took a toll on me. I mastered the act of detachment because, after she died, I became scared of coming close to people because of the fear that they would die and leave me. I was depressed for years and I couldn't look at any other woman. But thankfully, I started therapy, and I was able to see the one thing that was standing right in front of me that I didn't notice.

Focusing on digging the plant out and burying its roots back again. After two days of her gardening adventure she thought she had now unlocked a new hobby. And on such an cloudy evening in the garden she had seen him again, leaning on the doorframe, watching her with all his soul. She felt the soft drizzle of rain spraying over, dampening the already wet soil.

The Tree began to move back toward him. Rising Void felt cold sweat trickling along his back and channeled a huge amount of the True Energy in his body before eventually managing to pull the Divine Tree back toward him for a bit. In this manner, the Tree shook here and there under the influence of their energies, almost half of its roots having left the earth by now. Obviously, it was not going to be able to withstand their pulling for much longer, and it was going to be completely uprooted soon. There also seemed to be strange noises coming deep from beneath the ground.

"All right. On three. One. Two. Three." They groaned and hoisted the tree up, moving it into the truck as pine needles littered the ground. It took a few tries to get it in the truck right, and by the time they were done, Marc was itching and sweaty. He glanced to their left to see another family getting a tree, but a worker in a machine was lifting it into the truck for them. "Really?" Marc put his hands on his hips and gave Jake a pointed look. "We don't need no help. We're men. Well, we are. You're still a boy." Drake clamped his hand down on Marc's shoulder.

The community center, which had once been her sanctuary, was now just another place that had let her down. Nysaa arrived at Dr. Ruiz's home, her heart heavy with the burden of her predicament. The house, usually a place of comfort and solace, felt strangely empty without her therapist's presence. Nysaa made her way to the living room and slumped onto the couch, clutching the termination letter tightly in her hand.

But as she moved closer, her stomach churned. One of the trees was sick. Its bark was blackened and cracked, seeping a tar-like substance that dripped onto the glittering ground. Its leaves were brittle, some falling in slow, sorrowful spirals. Dark veins twisted around its roots, choking it as they spread outward, threatening to poison the other two trees. The second tree pulsed with life but seemed strained, its light flickering as if struggling to keep the corruption at bay. The third tree stood strong, radiating a golden warmth that gave Zoe a fleeting sense of comfort.

The night wind blew heavy, the trees swaying as if trying to hold on to their roots their last lifeline to the earth. Each gust roared like an angry spirit, and yet, they stood firm, gripping the soil as thunder cracked across the sky. "Wrecking Ball" played faintly in the background its echo carried by the wind through the thick forest as Riven's car sliced the darkness like a shadow on a mission. The music blended with the storm, a strange melody of heartbreak and violence.