Zane laughed while Eleanor giggled as they ran into the woods. The further they ran, the darker the surroundings became. The mist that clung to the trees and thick bushes made it difficult to see more than a few feet away. However, the environment was cold and soothing.
They finally came to a halt in front of a big tree with a tree house on top.
It was made of logs, with a small window looking out onto them. Wooden planks wedged into the tree trunk formed a ladder-like structure from the base to the entrance.
Zane walked over and grazed his fingertips on the tree trunk. He seemed to be seeing the past unfold before him, where the grass beneath his feet was still green, and the trees above his head were covered in lush green leaves. The only difference was that the person who had previously accompanied him here was no longer with him.
"My mom made this tree house," he murmured. "It holds so many memories for me."
