They have a tree.
Well, no they don’t literally have a tree, because it’s a tree, and they obviously haven’t been going out for long enough to plant and a grow a tree, but they have this tree, in the same way Casey has an aquarium. It’s large and luscious, on the edge of the closed down arts department that has been in renovations for over a decade, it’s warm, quiet and comfortable under the shadow of the long branches and the tree remains to be green even in coldest of winters
She is not sure on how it became ‘theirs’, she is not sure when there came a ‘theirs’ period, but somewhere between long conversations, soft touches on the edges of her cheeks and the palm of her hands, in days spent in silence studying up for finals, along arguments about movies and delicious food, somewhere amo
