003: Tree

This was the tree where it happened.

Stan lightly brushed its bark with his fingers. He stared at its leaves with a blank face, and examined its thick branches with a critical eye. Even now, they could easily hold the weight of a sixteen-year-old boy.

He despised this. This was the reason why he chose the tree, wasn't it?

That was why Ari chose that branch to tie rope around, and then put that noose around his neck.

But Stan couldn't blame the tree. It was unfeeling and unknowing. Only he could have stopped Ari, perhaps with just one word.

(Sorry this took a while to put up; fanfiction wasn't working for one day, and then I was holed up in my room playing video games. I still am, I just decided to take a break and post this. Please R & R! :3 I might not work on this much because my sister wants me to write some Crash Bandicoot fics.)