"I was here for a while, then I was gone, but I came back right to the same apartment. I felt awful, they were nearly dead, but I nurtured them all back." She chuckled and leaned against him, listening to him talk about trees. "I kind of know what you mean. My parents were hippies, and there was this willow tree in our backyard. I used to sit under it every day and read or draw, and I always felt comfortable. Like I was safe somehow." She closed her eyes as he kneaded her shoulders, letting her head go slack so he could rub where he wanted. "I missed it when I went to college." Her parents had died shortly after that, and her home hadn't felt like a home at all after that.
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