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“I’ll meet you tonight, under our tree, love you bye.”
The young boy in love said as he walked out into the rain with his umbrella held above his head.
As he walked down the street further, he noticed a young woman, surrounded by water, wearing
her best shoes, and stopped to help.
He took off his shirt, placing it over top the water, and smiled at her as he once again began
walking toward the tree.
As he became closer to the tree, he noticed a small child, scared, barefoot, and homeless. It was
the only thing he could do for the young child, so he removed his shoes, and helped the child put
them on, and then once again began walking toward the tree to meet his love, as the young child
thanked him.
The young boy, walked down the street where the tree was, and began to shiver from the lack of
warmth. He quickly made it under the tree, and sat there waiting for his love to arrive.
He waited, and waited, but his love never came, his love was in an accident, and never made it to
the tree.
The young boy sat there anyway, sick now from the cold. Waiting for his love to come, not
knowing of the tragedy, he waited another raining night, having not eaten moved or slept.
His love was finally released from the hospital, a couple days after that, and the first thing that
was on his mind was to call then young boy and ask why he hadn’t come see him in the hospital.
The phone wasn’t answered, and after several failed attempts, young boys loved decided just to
go to his house to talk.
The young boy wasn’t there at all, and his love began to worry. “Where could he be? Is something
wrong?” and he began walking to the tree to think.
As The young boy’s love made it to the tall tree, and sat down a faint but surely there feeling that
the young boy was there somehow.
The young boys love seeing an old lady on a bench asked if she knew anything about a young man
sitting by the tree. The old woman’s eyes opened widely enough, and then she told what the
young boy had said.
“For days he sat there, without sleep for food, and no one could convince him to leave. His love
was coming, and he knew you would come, your just a little too late. Late last night a policeman
came, and discovered his body under the tree. It was cold and unlively, the young boy died, i’m
sorry to say.”
Everyone who ever sat under that tree for then on, would talk about seeing a young man with
black hair and an umbrella will leaves falling around him, and no shirt, and no shoes to be seen.
And he’d smile if ever you’d look straight at him, and some even say that he’d sing about his
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