Return to the Glen

"Oh God, please tell me that Carl sent me back to Kile. Please," this thought echoed in my head.

I waited to hear, once more, the sweet song of the nightingale, waited to feel the cool wind on my face, waited to smell the honeysuckle mixed with pine. All the things I had grown to love and had come to miss. I waited, and then, the ground shook and the smell of something burning reached my nose. Another shake of the ground made me decide to get up.

The glen that Kile and I had first met in on that beautifully, scary night, was no more. Instead of weeping willows, pine trees and maple trees, all covered in sweet honeysuckle, there was nothing but tree stumps and the smell of smoke.

I stood there lost and confused, when the same voice I had grown to love, spoke, "Saty, what are doing here? Why haven't you written?"