Under The Jasmine Tree ✔

♫Prologue

Third-person POV:

The boy walked slowly and absent-mindedly up the hill. He memorized this path like it was engraved in his brain, because of how many times he's walked it. It's always been the same routine ever since the first time he met her; walk towards the hill, let her pick a tree to sit under, lay a checkered picnic blanket on the grass, and he takes out his guitar while she takes out her sketchbook and sometimes she brings a canvas with her, too. 

He would play some tunes as she sketches her newest artwork, never showing it to him till it's completed. He laughed whenever she'd tell him that 'curiosity killed the cat' after he tries snooping on her. 

Now, he takes his guitar out and adjusts his position, thankful that she's not here this time to hear what he wrote, or she would tease him about his lyrics, asking him who's this girl that made his heart melt the way it has. 

He would lean in close to her face, their noses touching, and whisper that she knows that girl pretty well. she would definitely misinterpret what he said and yell "Who is she? please tell me I don't have to fight a friend of mine! I can't fight for my life, either." 

She has always been a fan of jumping to conclusions.

The sun started setting, and soon the darkness enveloped the sky, and wisps of a breeze flew past him making the flowers on the tree brush against his shoulders. He leaned his back against the bark of the tree, with his guitar in his lap. He started playing the tune he has recently just finished after weeks of losing motivation. He sang his heart out with the lyrics that his heart wrote.

"The lashes that wrap around her eyes,

Fill me up, fill me up till I cry.

Grab my heart and emotions,

Make me angry, make me wish I could fly.

no, it's not easy no, when you leave me,

under this jasmine tree. "

He didn't realize that he was crying out the same pain in his lyrics till he felt the teardrops falling on his hands. He couldn't help but reminisce. All the memories of his past haunt him. She always told him that his past will always be just memories, that it has no power over him. However, he never listened because he realized now, that the past can still haunt you with its presence, deep in the back of his mind.

He cried, and cried, and cried. Till his emotions were drained out, till he couldn't feel anymore.

Oh, what he would do for a warm embrace. but how can he? he chose to come to this hill and stay this late where no one would roam around him and bother him. He wanted that, so he could sing his lyrics without the judgment from the eyes and ears of passersby, but now he wishes he asked anyone, even her, to come with him. 

but he couldn't.

because he knew the memories of his past would overwhelm him as he sat under this tree at night. that same tree she always picked because she loved jasmine. 

His memories started rushing back to him as he remembered that day months ago when they both chose to always sit Under The Jasmine Tree.

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Hey! Its the Author-

I hope you liked this part (this is just the prologue) 

-The lyrics in this story will be taken from The cover of a song this story is inspired by, all credits to their owner-

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