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The forest was amazing, there was no doubt about that. The trees seemed to glow as the fireflies danced among the leaves, and the moon lit up the water in the streams. She understood exactly why he loved coming here when he was sad. It was so quiet, so peaceful, so tranquil. She could practically feel him standing beside her as she looked on at the trees. He’d spent most of his life here, it was his sanctuary when things got rough. He never told anyone about it, until last Tuesday when he told her how to get there. She can still remember him telling her about it.
"It’s the most amazing place. You just have to see. I want to share it with you it’s made me happy at times when i thought being happy was impossible. You’d love it," He explained.
She imagined he’d be there with her when she saw it for the first time, but instead she was all alone. This was the only thing she had of him, this peaceful place. She liked to think that his spirit was hanging around here, happy, and at peace. A tear slid down her face as she sat down in the grass, soaking her bare feet in the stream. A sigh escaped her lips and she lied back, looking up at the full moon.
She could have sworn she felt a hand in hers as she laid there, but when she looked there was no-one. The trees rustled in the breeze and the fireflies scattered, gathering in the air above her. A small smile made it’s way onto her face. This was defiantly a place to be if you were sad. It felt almost magical, and it seemed to take the bad feelings and carry them away. He was right she did love it. She may not have him anymore but at least he’d given her this before he left…
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