A lonely, young girl looks out the window at her tree. Three weeks she has spent in this hospital room, and the tree is her only friend. Family forgotten, she lays silently through chemotherapy, and as they pump the chemicals into her, her soul screams for the sunshine outside. It strikes her tree, dying and reaching for another moment in the light, another moment to live. Just like her.
Later, the sun is setting on the twisted, broken infested tree. As her vision blurs, the tree comes in and out of focus. Turns out it died, and is now only rotting away. Rotting away. Just like her.















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