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I wept for all that was and all that cannot be. I wept great sobs of guilt and of loss.
Consolence came, but I pushed my friends and family away.
I gazed out of my window, out into the forest. The oak was standing tall and proud among the swishing leaves of the other trees. I stared a long time, until my entire attention was focused on the oak. I was my fault, I thought, mine! But then a feeling washed over me. No. It was his fault. He was the one who took himself away! Anger then shot through me. I raced down the stairs as he once did, I ran around the garden instead of through as he once did, and I stood under the oak as we once did. In my hands I held the axe.
I swung it harder than ever before. Apon impact it shattered , sending metal flying in all directions. I ignored it. Gawping at the tree, I watched as the V shaped cut in the oak filled with deep red blood, dripping to the ground and staining it.
I fell down to my knees and sobbed for the loss...