i gasped for air and realized it was all a dream. luke wasn't a murderer. luke was in love with me and i with him.
i showered and made my way to the tree once more.
this time, luke wasn't there. i was confused. so confused. where had luke gone?
probably to his home, i thought.
as a surprise for luke the next day, i pulled out a pocket knife and began carving our initials into the tree.
'LH + MC' written in a sloppy heart.
i turned on my heel and walked back home.
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the tree • muke
Fanfictionare you, are you coming to the tree? they strung up a man they say who murdered three. strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight in the hanging tree. //lowercase intended. story inspired by 'the hanging tree'...
