Tasting Forbidden Fruit

...Sebastian POV...

It has been three weeks since things between Kati and me have fallen apart. I have come, in my own weird way, to accept that it has come to a spectacular end. I have on the occasion, and might I say too many, but I have had the desire to phone her. I find myself with my phone in hand near sending her a message quite often. But between Mom and Maddison, I have managed to come to a point where I can say that I am moving on, slowly but at a certain pace.

It is early morning; it is still dead silent. I have come to the only place where I can breathe and free my mind. My haven, the tree on the far side of the garden. The light does not reach here, and it is eerily quiet. Only with a few bugs buzzing and the clear, beautiful skies up above, I come here with my thoughts to get myself ready for the day.