by twofrogsinacoat » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:39 pm
Molly walked with him, unsure of where they were going until they stopped at an old, large oak tree. She stood at the base of it, looking up to its thick branches. She swallowed hard in attempts to make the lump in her throat disappear. "It's beautiful," she said quietly, partly because it was the truth and partly because she wasn't sure what to say. Charlie didn't talk about his mother much, not to mention at a time like this.