Eden stopped. After walking aimlessly in the forest for an hour, she had found it. Her little treehouse from when she was a kid. It had gotten pretty beaten up since she last was in it. Pieces were falling off. The wood was clearly rotting. It looked liked it could fall over any second. Despite that, Eden walked forward, stopping in the front of the tree. She raised her hand, gently putting it on the tree, as if it was an old, dusty, breakable object. Eden felt all the grooves in the wood, the moss. It felt dead. Eden looked up towards the branches. She had once kept all the branches trimmed to not mess with her treehouse. They grew back to their original state, all over the place. But the strange thing was, there were no leaves. The tree must’ve really been dead.. There were no leaves growing anywhere on the tree, there was no color at all. Just the brown of the wood and the dead green moss. It was.. sad..

Eden put her foot on what was left of the plank “stairs” she had nailed to the tree in order to climb up. She put some weight on the step to make sure it wouldn’t collapse under her. Eden continued climbing, feeling a slight autumn breeze in her black hair. Once she reached the top, she got up and stopped. It was exactly the same as she had left it. Comic books, regular books, notebooks, all scattered on the floor. Her old beanbag on the floor with a couple old blankets. Some flower drawings spread out on the walls, along with her old L’Manburg flag. And her old mirror, shattered on the floor, pieces everywhere. Eden walked slowly to the back of the tree house, her fingers slowly tracing the wall. She stepped over the broken mirror pieces not looking at all at the blood which came the the broken mirror. Eden slowly picked up her old journal, examining the cover. Some of the pencil faded and there was a a thick layer of dust on it. Eden opened it, slowly flipping through it. At first, it was words written in a curly handwriting with doodles on the sides. But as Eden got further, there were less and less doodles and more handwriting which looked like an angry scribble. She tried to flip faster as if not seeing the pages wouldn’t bring back the memories. Before she got to the end, Eden quickly closed the book, dropping it back on the floor. It created a thick cloud of dust. Eden looked around her treehouse. So much had happened here. Her life had practically started in here. It had almost ended here too.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. Eden turned around and quickly climbed out of the treehouse. When she got to the ground, she ran as fast as she could until she turned around and couldn’t see the treehouse in the distance. She stopped and attempted to catch her breath. She probably should have listened to her doctor and not run all the way. Eden slowly turned around and looked into the distance back to where the treehouse was. She silently said goodbye to it knowing she wouldn’t come back. Let Mother Nature reclaim it. And with that, Eden walked away.