Forest. A simple forest.

The forest is where I met him.

The forest is where I first talked to him.

The forest is where I learned that I liked him.

The forest is where I realised I was in love.

The forest is where I told him I loved him.

The forest is where he told me he didn’t love me.

The forest is where I got mad at him. Where I cried for him.

The forest is where he now rests.

The forest is where I put a stop to his life.

That was the day when the forest became red.

A red forest, oozing with blood.