Chapter 35- Day 14 in Hell

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I always did daily sketches of things I saw outside in mom's sketchbook.

But I also began writing poems in it.

I didn't know why. It just came to me.

I had seen a bird fly away from it's nest on a high tree. It got me thinking, and I naturally started writing.

The bird's nest

I planted a tree
The years flew by
Just me, my tree, and the sky

It was usually quiet between us
The silence is deafening sometimes

There ,one day, was a bird
The bird built its nest in my tree
All while being so lively, carefree

Everyday it sang its song
As though the silence was never there

The days became cold
I couldn't see the bird anywhere

Something felt wrong

I take a look at it's nest
And there he was

He no longer sang his song

But there's no one else to blame but me

For I was the one who planted the tree.

「Fallen Stars」☆ -Jotaro x readerWhere stories live. Discover now