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(mouseover:?1)[[[//Yes?//|note]]
[[...|note]]](align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["I know the past few days has been (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[hard for you..."]]
(mouseover:?1)[//The man in front of me is wearing a suit, jet black in color with day old wrinkles in them. His cologne is rather musky and smells like someone lathered a baby in some oil and pine. I do not care for what he has to say or the pity he is about to spill for me. How is this man supposed to know (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[how I've been feeling?]//]
(mouseover:?2)[ //I don't... I can't even (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[remember] what has happened over these past few days...//]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["...but there is one last thing that your wife (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[left behind] for you."]]
(mouseover:?4)[// Huh? What could it be? Annalise was never one to keep (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[secrets], let alone from me... or rather... she was never good at it.//]
(mouseover:?5)[The man in the suit slides a [[brownish, orange envelope|pick up envelope]] across the table.]
(text-color: black)[Written across the middle of the (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[envelope] is:]
(mouseover:?1)[(text-style:"sway")[//(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(css: "font-size: 115%;")+(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[To my Charlie]]//]]
(mouseover:?2)[It's her handwriting! I'd recognize it anywhere! She loved writing in cursive.
She dotted her i's with a tiny heart, the way she always did when we used to write notes (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[for each other.]]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["You have my condolences. Please take care of yourself, Mr. Adkins.
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[I wish you well.]"]]
(mouseover:?4)["Thank you."
[[(Go home)|go home]]]Walking down the road to our home does not feel the same anymore, yet nothing on (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[this path] has changed.
(mouseover:?1)[The sidewalk is still cracked as the root of the trees try to break free from the metal grey concrete. The trees still need some trimming, but I've always liked how they hang over the sidewalk. It always felt like walking through a tunnel to another world... our own world... the world that we tried to create for ourselves.
The last tree carved with (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[initials]:]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[(text-style:"bold","outline","sway")[CA & AH]]]]]
(mouseover:?3)[A heart drawn around the almost faded letters.
As I emerge from under the shade of the last tree, there it is...
the house that we once called [[home|arrive home]]](display: "home desc")
I walk down the dirt path leading up to (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[the entrance], the path surrounded by rocks and weeds.
(mouseover:?1)[As I step up to the front door, turning the key and disabling the lock mechanism that guards the home, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[these words] keep floating through my mind...]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(text-style:"sway")[[[//To my Charlie//|inside home first]]]]]
As I enter my living room... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[it still doesn't feel the same]...
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...a hollow vessel that was once filled with (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[love and laughter...]]]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...but now, only (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[emptiness...]]]
(mouseover:?3)[My hand is still clutching the envelope.
[[(Open it)|first note]]
[[(Rip it up)|rip envelope]]]//(text-style:"buoy")[
O Charlie, my Charlie! our fearful trip is done,
we've endured so many hardships, so many battles we've won.
I write you this letter, in secret and in haste.
Look for me where we first met, [[where the salt you can taste.|after reading note]]
(align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXX====")[But O heart! heart! heart!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXX===")[O fleeting ships await!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"=XX=")[Lend me your ear...this one last time...]
(align:"<==")+(box:"===XXXXX==")[and the reward, I promise, will be great.]
]
//
[(set: $firstnote = true)]Tears start to stream down my face.
My fingers rest over the little flap that seals the envelope. My fingers are trembling uncontrollably like every nerve in every digit is firing off, doing their best to prevent me from (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[opening the envelope.]
(mouseover:?1)[I try to bring myself to open the envelope but the pain...
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[...the pain is just too much for me to bear.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"=======XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[I close my eyes.]] ]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?2)[And as if they have a mind of their own, my fingers start shredding the envelope to [[pieces|sad ending]].]]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[I start the fire in the fireplace, the flames start building and soon enough engulf the fireplace in its (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[fiery passion.]
(mouseover:?1)[I throw every last piece into the fire. The small embers flicker off each sheet, enveloping the fireplace in (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[small, orange fireflies.] ]
(mouseover:?2)[I sit there for few hours, watching each sheet swallow itself and become ash.
On my knees, I am there left staring into the grey embers and ash and in it, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[the last piece of the letter remains.]]]
(mouseover:?3)[//(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Love,
Annalise]]//]Hmm... Walt Whitman... even now she still manages to make me smile.
We always bonded over our love for literature.
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[Just to see her handwriting again...]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?1)[...has flooded me with overwhelming emotions I cannot begin to describe.
But what could this mean? What is she trying to tell me?
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[//...where the salt you can taste...//]]]]
(mouseover:?2)[I guess I should listen to her and go to where we first met.
[[Go outside|home]]](display: "garden desc")
(if: $seventhnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[And amongst the tallest wildflower, a note tied around its stem. I carefully untie the knot holding the two together and hold the note in my hand. On it reads:]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:#0f9832)[[[To my Charlie|last note]]]]]]
(if: $seventhnote is not true)[[[Go back home|home]]](display: "docks desc")
(if: $firstnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[But, this is where we first met. I remember her sitting at the old wooden bench near the end of the pier. It was almost 8 years ago and yet it didn't feel that long ago. The (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[memory|first memory]]] is still so clear to me.]]
(if: $secondnote is true)[[[Read the second note|second note]]]
(if: $firstnote is not true)[[[Go back into the city|city]]](display: "library desc")
(if: $fifthnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[When Annalise was diagnosed with her illness, I spent many hours in the library looking up ways to help her. She never really approved of the long hours I would spend here, but all I cared about was making sure (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[my Annalise was healthy again.|fifth memory]]]]]
(if: $sixthnote is true)[[[Read the sixth note|sixth note]]]
(if: $fifthnote is not true)[[[Go back into the city|city]]](display: "city desc")
[[Go downtown|downtown]]
[[Go to the library|library]]
[[Go to the docks|docks]]
[[Go back home|home]](display: "home desc")
(if: $firstnote is true)[[[Read the note again|first note]]]
[[Go to the garden|garden]]
[[Go to the woods|woods]]
[[Go into the city|city]](display: "woods desc")
[[Go to the olive tree|olive tree]]
[[Go to the meadow|meadow]]
[[Go to the abandoned shack|shack]]
[[Go back home|home]](display: "tree desc")
(if: $thirdnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[This olive tree is very special to us. Coming back here again brings back so many wonderful memories. There's one in particular that I will (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[never forget.|third memory]]]]]
(if: $fourthnote is true)[[[Read the fourth note|fourth note]]]
(if: $thirdnote is not true)[[[Go back into the woods|woods]]](display: "meadow desc")
(if: $sixthnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[This is where Annalise and I had one of our last conversations before she had to stay in the hospital indefinitely. I can remember the pain in her voice... and yet, despite the grim circumstances, there was hopeful essence in her voice. From that point on, I was by her side (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[every step of the way|sixth memory]]]]]
(if: $seventhnote is true)[[[Read the seventh note|seventh note]]]
(if: $sixthnote is not true)[[[Go back into the woods|woods]]](display: "shack desc")
[[Follow the beaten path|seaside cliff]]
[[Go back into the woods|woods]]{
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}Our home still looks the same... yet it doesn't feel that way.
The shingles are still in tact, but some do look like they're hanging by a thread.
Each side of the house is painted a different color.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-colour:#117737)[''Evergreen''], (text-colour:#1e1ba3)[''Navy blue''], (text-colour:#c60f1c)[''Brick red''], (text-colour:#dbf801)[''Sunflower yellow'']]
(align:"==>")[Ivy seem to be trying to take over the house, but yet it strangely seems like it was //always intended that way//.]Stores and merchants lined the streets. You would often find kids running in between stalls and running through alleyways. Men stood at the corners of the streets smoking their cigars and chatting about their work. The women were usually shopping around the markets or chatting amongst themselves.
In any case, it is often quite loud which I was not particularly fond of.A dirt path not too far from the house led to a nearby woods. The woods were always tranquil. Annalise and I would often venture here on our spare time as we both enjoyed being in nature.
The trees were large enough to climb, but not so dense that one could get lost. It was easy to find your way back as a lot of sun or moonlight would poke through the leaves to illuminate the way.
Sometimes we would find fruit and bring it back with us for later consumption. More often than not, we would just find a quiet spot to put our feet up, relax, and count the wildlife that would pass us by. It was our own little getaway from the hustle and bustle of the city.Our garden lay just behind our house. Annalise spent a lot of her time in the garden... and I right by her side. She made it her mission to acquire any type of flora and to plant it right here in our garden.
In the heart of the garden was her prized possession... her wildflowers. I asked her one day why the wildflowers were her favorite. She smiled at me and simply said,
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")["To see the world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower..."]Ahh... the library. A treasure trove of books filled with all the information you would want and wondrous stories you would never even think of!
I spent many days in my childhood here reading just about anything that piqued my interest. I was always able to find the book I wanted as not many people visited the library. I would often help Ms. Bates dust off the books and put back stacks of returned books to their rightful spot.Most days the city was not busy. Most of the people spent their time downtown. A thin layer of smog always clouded the top of the rooftops.
The streets were a little worn, but they were the streets that I grew up around. I spent many days strolling around the city with no particular goal in mind. It was somehow relaxing to me.The docks were always filled with fog and mist. As the sea breeze hit your face, one could not help but taste the salt that would form around your lips.
Seagulls were always scattered around, looking for the next dollop of food they can snatch and you'd often have to wear a hat or use an umbrella... or risk getting your clothes "soiled".Annalise found a single olive tree growing somewhere in the middle of the forest. As far as we know, it was our little secret. During the fall season, the tree would be brimming with olives, both green and black.
I was never too fond olives as I always found them to be quite bitter, but Annalise loved them. My view on them turned from disgust to tolerable as time when on as Annalise would always find new and interesting ways to incorporate them in her dishes.
She once said, "After you eat 7 olives, you will love them!"
Well I did... I later (text-style:"rumble")[regurgitated] them back up.Keep going east and you will find a small meadow that would be teeming with flowers of all colors in the springtime. Annalise and I would have picnics here. We would lay on our blanket and read books or watch the clouds go by.
One time, a small rat stole half of her sandwich when we weren't looking. She was so distraught because she put a lot of effort that day buying and collecting ingredients for our meal. I told her one day that I would find the rat that scorned her.One day, we found this abandoned shack on one of our usual treks through the woods. Every time we would pass the shack, we would make up a new story about the shack and who lived in it. My favorite story is when Annalise suggested that it belonged to a witch. Not one of those wicked ones, but one that just liked to brew potions and conjure spells that brought about new flora and creatures for the forest.
Behind the shack, a beaten path could be found between the trees surrounding it."Excuse me, ma'am. I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading there.
'Leaves of Grass' by Walt Whitman. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[It happens to be one of my favorites.]"
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[//"Oh, really?"//]]]
(mouseover:?1)["Well, certainly! What I loved particularly about this collection is that these poems did not rhyme nor did they follow the 'standard' rules of poetry.
I see you haven't finished it yet though. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[What are your thoughts so far?]"]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"==>")[//"I was always drawn to poetry ever since I was a little girl. I love that in this particular collection, Whitman celebrates life and how he praises the [[beauty|beauty]] in nature and how us people can embrace that."//]]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXX=")[This lady was nothing like I've ever seen before. Her beauty was (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[absolutely captivating].
(mouseover:?1)[Her hair was relatively modest, falling right below her ears. It was a vibrant crimson and when the light reflected off of it, it shined like (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[spring rose]. And just like the bud that the rose would bloom from, her eyes were a pale green.]
(mouseover:?2)[Her cheeks were just as rosy as her hair and would puff up like squirrel's every time she smiled.
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[And her smile... ]]
(mouseover:?3)[...it was truly [[one of a kind| one of a kind]].]]"May I please ask, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[what is your name miss?]"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[(text-style:"sway")[(css: "font-size: 115%;")["Annalise"]]]//]]
(mouseover:?2)["Annalise. I am Charles. It was absolute pleasure meeting you."
(align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[//"Likewise, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[Charles]"//]]
(mouseover:?3)["Well, if you're free tomorrow Annalise, nothing would please me more than to take you out for a night. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[Maybe dinner and stroll through the town?]"]
(mouseover:?4)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"I would have to free up my very busy schedule, Charles. As you can see, I still have the rest of this book to finish and I usually like to take some time in the afternoon for a nap...", she says with a (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[sly smirk on her face].//]]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"But I think I can squeeze you in after my nap, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[Charles]."//]]
(mouseover:?6)[I couldn't help but let out (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[a feverish laugh.]]
(mouseover:?7)[[["Well, Annalise... let's call it a date then."|end first memory]]]A single tear falls down my face and snaps me back.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//What could she have want me to do here?//]\
As I get up from the bench where we were sat, a note falls from underneath.
[[Read the note|second note]]
(text-style:"sway")[//What happens to a dream deferred?
(align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXX====")[Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
The answer lies,
[[in a place with many faces,|after second note]]
many girls and many guys.
Listen to your heart,
for you will see,
where you need to go is not very far.]//
[(set: $firstnote = false)]
[(set: $secondnote = true)]](display: "downtown desc")
(if: $secondnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[I think this is where she wanted me to be, where we had our (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[first date|second memory]]] alongside many others.]]
(if: $thirdnote is true)[[[Read the third note|third note]]]
(if: $secondnote is not true)[[[Go back into the city|city]]]//...a place with many faces...//
I wonder why she's sending me off on this goose chase.
//What is the purpose?//
[[Only one way to find out.|docks]](display: "seaside cliff desc")
(if: $fourthnote is true)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[Whenever Annalise needed to be alone, I would often find her here, perched upon a rock that was a well enough distance from the edge. For that reason alone, I knew that this place meant something to her... (text-colour:#0f9832)[[[to us.|fourth memory]]]]]
(if: $fifthnote is true)[[[Read the fifth note|fifth note]]]
(if: $fourthnote is not true)[[[Go back to the shack|shack]]]If you follow the path long enough, you would eventually reach a seaside cliff. The cliff was modest, about 30 feet tall. Still tall enough to make your knees buckle if you stood close enough to the edge. As harrowing as it might be, it was quite calming.
Annalise saw this cliff as a place to be guarded, a sanctuary for those who needed a moment to themselves. During sundown, the skies would be filled with a beautiful purple, orange, and red. There was something almost angelic about this cliff and we couldn't quite put our finger on it.(text-style:"sway")[//(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
[[Nestled on the branch of the tree that bears fruit|after third note]]
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
But still the moonlight o’er him as the bird lets out a hoot;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!]//]
[(set: $secondnote = false)]
[(set: $thirdnote = true)]After we grabbed some dinner, we decided to (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[take a stroll] around downtown.
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"So Charles, if you could live out your wildest dream, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[what would it be?]"//]
(mouseover:?5)["Hmm... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Let me think about that one.]"]]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"I know what I would want to do. I would build (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[a garden.]"//]
(mouseover:?6)["That's it? (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[A garden?]"]]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Not just any garden. The biggest garden anyone has ever seen! One filled with flowers and plants from all over the world! And I could just tend to them everyday. Read books among them, maybe even write some poems too. Noooooow, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[what about you?]"//]]
(mouseover:?4)[[[I would want to be a famous writer|writer dream]]
[[I would live on my own island.|island dream]]
[[I would build the biggest garden too.|garden dream]]]"I would want to be a (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[famous writer!] Have my name and my works studied in schools. Maybe have collections of my poems too like Walt Whitman."
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Do you any (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[pieces of work now?]"//]]\
(mouseover:?2)["I do, but they're (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[nothing special]."]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"There's only one of you, Charles, in the whole wide world... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|9>[That alone]//] (mouseover:?9)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|10>[''makes them special.'']"] ]
(mouseover:?10)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[She looks over at me, eyes glowing from the moonlight.] (align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[A (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[gentle smile] on her face.]]]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"You should show them to me (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[one day]."//]]
(mouseover:?6)["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[You really mean that?]"]
(mouseover:?7)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|8>[(text-style:"shudder")[Nope!]]"]//]
(mouseover:?8)[We both look at each other and after a brief pause... [[we both burst into laughter!|end second memory]](set: $writerdream to true)]"I would live on my own island! A tropical one with beautiful beaches filled with the softest sands. And at dusk, it would have the most breathtaking sunset you could ever (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[imagine]!"
(mouseover:?1)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["Wow! That IS pretty (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[wild!]"]//]
(mouseover:?2)["You see, I haven't traveled much... or at all really. I don't really have the means to go on (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[extravagant vacations] like that."]
(mouseover:?3)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["The only thing you need to have an extravagant vacation is to be with (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[''someone that you truly care about.'']"
(mouseover:?7)[She looks over at me, eyes (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|8>[glowing] from the moonlight.]] (align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")+(mouseover:?8)[A (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[gentle] smile on her face.]//]
(mouseover:?4)["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[You really believe so?]"]
(mouseover:?5)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[(text-style:"shudder")[Nope!]]"]//]
(mouseover:?6)[We both look at each other and after a brief pause... [[we both burst into laughter!|end second memory]](set: $islanddream to true)]"(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[I want to build the biggest garden too!]"
(mouseover:?1)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Really?!] Or you just saying that so I don't seem so crazy."]//]
(mouseover:?2)["No! Truly, I do. Gardening has always been a (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[passion] of mine. I haven't really told anybody because boys would ridicule me about it when I was younger."]
(mouseover:?3)[//(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["Don't mind them, Charles! People that make fun of you are usually the ones that have stuff to hide themselves. And besides... that makes you different! (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[''And being different is cool!"'']]
(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")+(mouseover:?7)[She looks over at me, eyes (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|8>[glowing] from the moonlight.] (align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")+(mouseover:?8)[A (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[gentle] smile on her face.]//]
(mouseover:?4)["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[You really think so?]"]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")["(text-style:"shudder")[//(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[Nope!]//]"]]
(mouseover:?6)[We both look at each other and after a brief pause... [[we both burst into laughter!|end second memory]](set: $gardendream to true)]I stop by the restaurant that we used to eat at, but it has been closed down for awhile now.
Still hanging on the door is (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[a sign].
(mouseover:?1)[(text-style:"blur","fidget")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")["(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Closed for good.]"]]]
(mouseover:?2)[Why did she want me to come here?
And just like that,(text-style:"shudder")[ (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[a strong wind blows by]].] (mouseover:?3)[The sign swings violently from left to right and I notice a piece of paper attached behind the sign.
[[Grab the paper|third note]]]//...nestled on the branch of the tree that bears fruit...//
I wonder where that can be.
[[Time to go look for it.|downtown]]"So, Anna... I've been meaning (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[to ask you...]"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"What is it, Charlie? (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Ask away!]"//]]
(mouseover:?2)["The past year has been the best time I have ever had! Honestly!... and I... I haven't met anyone like you before. You're as beautiful as anyone could be. You make me laugh. You make me cry sometimes, but even then, no one has ever made me feel this way before. I... I don't really know how to say this, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[but...] "]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"I (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[love] you too, Charlie..."//]]
(mouseover:?4)[I pause for a moment and all I could see is Annalise staring back at me. Her pale green eyes staring lovingly into mine and in that moment, I knew that (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[she meant it].]
(mouseover:?5)["I love you, Annalise! I love you with all my heart and I would like to (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[spend the rest of my life] you Anna! I know I do! And there's nothing in this life that would change that."]
(mouseover:?6)[For a moment, she stood there. Not saying anything. The smile on her face fades away [[as she turns away from me|third memory part 2]].]//(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-style:"sway")[what my body knows
is not a lie it’s not
a lie i tell you it is not
it’s nothing short of truth
and nothing larger
my past lodges
as i lay still here
[[where the sapphire sea
meets the stone bluffs|after fourth note]]
there’s only one thing
i can claim these bones
are mine i tell you
they are mine and kind
to abandon no thing
that makes this pulse
no one but me]]//[(set: $thirdnote = false)][(set: $fourthnote = true)]She loved Adrienne Rich. She was one of her favorite poets.
Anna found (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[strength and comfort] in her work...
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[And I found strength and comfort in her.]
//...where the sapphire sea meets the stone bluffs...//
[[I know where that must be.|olive tree]]]Was I moving too fast?
Did I come on too strong?
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[My heart] felt like it was being tied down by a ton of bricks...
(mouseover:?1)[Then she turned back around to face me. Her eyes welled up with tears and she threw herself (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[into my arms].]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"I would love nothing more than that, Charlie!"
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[She exclaims!] Laughing through her tears.//]]
(mouseover:?3)[As we stood there, underneath the olive tree, crying into each other's arms, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[the sun peaks through], shining on her as she lifts her head up from my arms.]
(mouseover:?4)[(text-style:"smear","sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[And we kissed. ]]]]
(mouseover:?5)[In that moment, nothing else mattered. The only thing that mattered to me was this beautiful woman standing in front of me, [[Annalise|end third memory]]]This time around, no tears came out...
I found myself grinning from ear to ear, remembering that moment... and all the other (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[happy memories] we've shared since.
(mouseover:?1)[Looking up at the olive tree, I notice the corner of a small piece of paper folded up in a tiny hole in the tree.
[[That must be the next note.|fourth note]]](text-style:"sway")[//What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, [[the books we want
For the information we can flaunt|after fifth note]]
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.//][(set: $fourthnote = false)][(set: $fifthnote = true)]Years have past since we both said (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[I love you] and decided to be together.
(mouseover:?1)[From that time, I still worked at my tailoring job downtown. Annalise would work various jobs around the city from being a waitress to working in a bakery. After 5 years of tailoring suits and dresses, I eventually saved up enough money for Annalise to start (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[her own flower shop downtown].]
(mouseover:?2)[I knew that is what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[Nature was her passion] and seeing her light up every morning with the excitement of tending to the shop and her plants gave me all the warmth I needed.]
(mouseover:?3)[At the time, I thought life was perfect... that I had all I needed for the rest of my life.
But of course, [[life is not perfect|start fourth memory]].]"What are you doing out here so early in the afternoon (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[Anna?] I thought you had the shop to tend to."
(mouseover:?1)[Annalise sat on the rock at the cliff as she always did when she needed to think. This time though, she was as still as the boulder she sat on. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Unwaivering], she sat there fixed on the horizon without even acknowledging my existence.]
(mouseover:?2)["Anna... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[what's wrong?]"]
(mouseover:?3)[Gradually she turned around to face me, her face flooded with tears. Oddly enough, her face showed no emotion, but her tears told the (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[whole story].] (mouseover:?4)[She was as pale as the clouds that floated above us. I have never seen her in such a state, almost as if she was being (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[haunted by a ghost]. She slowly extended out her arms towards me and muttered...]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//[["Charlie..."|bad news]]//]](align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"This morning, I found (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[a lump] on my body... I took a break from the shop to visit the doctor and she confirmed that it was..."//]
(mouseover:?1)["No, Anna! It can't be! It must be (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[some sort of mistake]. There must be..."]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Charlie... it's no mistake. It's more significant than I thought this morning. The doctor says it's really late in its cycle. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[She only gave me a few months]."//]]
(mouseover:?3)["Anna... please... don't..."
I can barely breathe, let alone say any words as I come (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[crashing down] to my knees.]
(mouseover:?4)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Charlie... I... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[I don't know what to say]."//]]
(mouseover:?5)[[["There must be a cure. If there is, I will find it!"|cure]]
[["There must be another doctor that can help you!"|doctor]]
[["I can help you, Anna. I will do everything I can!"|research]]]"There must be a cure. If there is, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[I will find it]!"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Oh Charlie... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[please]..."//]]
(mouseover:?2)["No, Anna! Don't give up! You have never given up on me and I won't dare start giving up on you... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[You're all I have]..."]
(mouseover:?3)[There's a moment of silence between us with only the sound of our tears to break the stillness. We stayed embracing each other in (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[one another's arms].]
(mouseover:?4)["Annalise... I will find you a cure. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[I swear it]!"]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//[["I love you with all my heart, Charlie..."|end fourth memory]]//](set: $cure to true)]"There must be another doctor that (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[can help you]!"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Oh Charlie... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[please]..."//]]
(mouseover:?2)["No, Anna! Don't give up! You have never given up on me and I won't dare start giving up on you... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[You're all I have]..."]
(mouseover:?3)[There's a moment of silence between us with only the sound of our tears to break the stillness. We stayed embracing each other in (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[one another's arms].]
(mouseover:?4)["Annalise... There must be someone out there who can fix this. I will find that person.
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[I swear it]!"]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//[["I love you with all my heart, Charlie..."|end fourth memory]]//](set: $doctor to true)]"I can help you, Anna. I will do (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[everything] I can!"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Oh Charlie... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[please]..."//]]
(mouseover:?2)["No, Anna! Don't give up! You have never given up on me and I won't dare start giving up on you... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[You're all I have]..."]
(mouseover:?3)[There's a moment of silence between us with only the sound of our tears to break the stillness. We stayed embracing each other in (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[one another's arms].]
(mouseover:?4)["Annalise... I will not stop until you feel better. There are answers out there and I will find them. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[I swear it]!"]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//[["I love you with all my heart, Charlie..."|end fourth memory]]//](set: $research to true)]That is one of my most painful memories.
Even now, the thought still brings me to my knees. I cannot fight the waves of (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[emotions] that stir up in me.
(mouseover:?1)["I'm so sorry, Anna... I failed you... I promised... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[and I failed]..."]
(mouseover:?2)[As the waves continually crash against the cliff, the force alone is enough to dislodge [[the note|fifth note]] from the rock where Anna used to sit.]//...the books we want for the information we can flaunt...//
I promise you, Annalise, I will see this through.
...And this time, I will keep my promise.
[[I got an idea for where she wants me to go next.|seaside cliff]]I spent (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[countless hours] searching through books. I combed through every book that this library had. If a new book came in, I made sure that I was the first to see it to make sure I got all the information it had before someone else got their hands on it (you never know when a person can accidentally ruin the contents of the book).
(mouseover:?1)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Day after day], I spent time trying to (if: $cure is true)[look for any medicine or cure that I could find to cure her illness.](if: $doctor is true)[lookup any doctor around the world that had any clue how to cure her.](if: $research is true)[research everything I can about her illness. I've studied just about everything I could.]]
(mouseover:?2)[Alas, [[it was all for naught.|fifth memory part 2]]]//(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-style:"sway")[What is our life? The play of passion.
Our mirth? The music of division:
Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for life’s short comedy.
[[The fields the stage;|after sixth note]] Heaven the spectator is,
Who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss.
The graves which hide us from the scorching sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus playing post we to our latest rest,
And then we die in earnest, not in jest.]]//
[(set: $fifthnote = false)]
[(set: $sixthnote = true)](align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Darling please... you spent so much time in these books (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[looking for answers] and you haven't found any."//]
(mouseover:?1)["That doesn't mean I should just (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[give up]. What if the answer lies on the next page and you just want me to stop now?!"]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"I... I... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[I just]..."//]]
(mouseover:?3)["Anna... What could possibly be more important than saving you? You mean everything to me and I am not about to just let you go. I have a chance to make sure you're healthy again and as long as there is just a glimmer of hope, best be sure that I will take that chance. I am not going to risk losing you, Anna! Now, please... go home and get some rest. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[I'll be there before bedtime]."]
(mouseover:?4)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[Frustrated and bothered, Annalise stepped outside the library.
Underneath her breath, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[she whispered],]]
(mouseover:?5)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//[["I just want to spend the time I have left with you..."|end fifth memory]]//]]Why couldn't I just have listened to her? I do not know what came over me. I didn't even give her a chance to speak... How could I be so selfish? I was so caught up in my own quest that I couldn't even listen to the one I loved the most...
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[But everything I was doing was for her...]
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"<==")[Everything that I ever did was (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[for her...]]]
(align:"<==")[(mouseover:?2)[Please Anna... please know that it was (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[all for you].]]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(mouseover:?3)[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[I'm so sorry.]]]
(mouseover:?4)[And as if I woke up from a nightmare, I remembered what book I was reading at that time. I went to pick the book off its shelf, dust it off, and opened the front page...
[[And a note fell to the floor|sixth note]]]Oh, my dear Anna... I miss you so much.
//...the fields the stage...//
I remember a place like that in the woods somewhere.
[[I have to go look.|library]]"Anna... I... I just don't think (if: $cure is true)[I can find a cure for this illness. There just doesn't seem to be one.](if: $doctor is true)[there's any doctor that knows any cure for your illness. I've contacted countless doctors around the world and to no avail.](if: $research is true)[I can research anymore than I already know. I've studied just about everything I could.]... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[but I don't want to give up.]"
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Charlie... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[Shhh...]"//]]
(mouseover:?2)["Anna, please. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[I'm trying to tell you...]"]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[//"Charlie! Just for this one moment, please... just... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[be quiet.]"//]]
(mouseover:?4)[I didn't quite understand why she shushed me. The doctor tells us that her condition is (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[getting worse]. She is starting to look more pale and her hair that would once swivel around her head was starting to fall off.]
(mouseover:?5)[Yet, she closed her eyes, (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[lifted her head to the sky...] all with subtle grin on her face.]
(mouseover:?6)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[//(text-style:"sway")["Close your eyes with me...[[and just listen.|sixth memory pt2]]"]//]](align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//I went to the [[Garden of Love|after seventh note]],
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not writ over the door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.//]
[(set: $sixthnote = false)][(set: $seventhnote = true)](align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[Thank you, Anna.
For everything.
You have shown me how to feel human again.
//...the Garden of Love...//
[[I must go there now|meadow]]](align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[Warning:]The following game has content that deals with illness, death, grief, anxiety, and guilt.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[The game addresses these topics in a mature tone. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please proceed with caution.]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[Now... Please enjoy,
(text-colour:#0f9832)[[[Wildflower|Beginning]]]]
(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")+(css: "font-size: 85%;")[To advance the dialogue, hover the mouse over the white text. At some points, you may need to click on the white text to move to another area or select a dialogue option.]
(css: "font-size: 75%;")[For added feels, it is recommended to have some soft piano music in the background.]
^^[[Attributions|attributions]]^^I closed my eyes... and listened... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[and all I could hear were...]
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...the faintest of chirps from (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[all kinds of birds] coming from all directions...]]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...the (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[whistle of the wind] as it raced through each blade of grass...]]
(mouseover:?3)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...the (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[gentle hum of the bees] buzzing from flower to flower...]]
(mouseover:?4)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[...and...and...and (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[my heartbeat].]]
(mouseover:?5)[(text-style:"buoy")[//(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[Thud. Thud. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[Thud.]]//]]
(mouseover:?6)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[I realized that our heartbeat provided the rhythm to the symphony of sounds that encapsulated us. And for once... in a long time... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[//I felt calm//.]]]
(mouseover:?7)[(align:"<==")[It was as if nature formed an orchestra and we were its maestro... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|8>[and its audience.] ]]
(mouseover:?8)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[It felt [[harmonious|sixth memory pt3]].]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[//"Do you feel that, Charlie? It's nature's way of telling us that it's going to be alright. Even with everything we've had to undergo these past months, nature still finds its own way of creating its own balance... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[and we just have to go along with it.]"//
(mouseover:?1)[We open our eyes and (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[she turns to face me].]
(mouseover:?2)[//"I've accepted my illness, Charlie. I've accepted that soon my time will come and that I will return to this earth that we stand on now. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[I've accepted it a long time ago.]//]
(mouseover:?3)[//I only wish that you can (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[find it in yourself] to accept it as well."//]
(mouseover:?4)[I could not (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[hold back the tears] that started to stream down my face.]
(mouseover:?5)[//"I love you, Charlie... with every ounce of my soul. You've made me the luckiest girl in the world and I have never been happier than I am right now... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|6>[with you...]//]
(mouseover:?6)[//...because in this moment, we are here... (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|7>[''together'' and ''alive''!]//]
(mouseover:?7)[//This quest that you have must stop. Please... let's just spend the time we have left... [[''together'' and ''alive!''|end sixth memory]]"//]]Oh Anna...
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[There is (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[nothing that I wouldn't do] to have you here with me right now...]
(mouseover:?1)[(align:"==>")+(box:"=========XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[And yet, I still feel your (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[presence.]]]
(mouseover:?2)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[As I stand here, still like a statue... I turn my head up, close my eyes, and listen...
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[and there you are...]]
(mouseover:?3)[(text-style:"smear","sway")[(css: "font-size: 125%;")+(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[//my Annalise//] ]]]]
(mouseover:?4)[And as I open my eyes, I see [[a note|seventh note]] sticking out from a gopher hole nearby.]Poems quoted in order of appearance:
1. O Captain, My Captain! by Walt Whitman
2. Harlem by Langston Hughes
3. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
4. Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
5. Leisure by W. H. Davies
6. What is Our Life? by Sir Walter Raleigh
7. The Garden of Love by William Blake
Background: Old Paper Background Texture by Karen Arnold
[[Go back|Warning]](text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//Thank you, Charlie, for indulging in this one last delight for me. I wrote these notes while I was in the hospital. Right before I lost my strength, I willed myself to sneak out the hospital and hide them for you in hopes that you can find some closure in them and the memories that were brought with them. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[I hope it wasn't too much trouble.]//
(mouseover:?1)[//Lately I found myself dreaming while I was asleep. I dreamt all sorts of things. In one dream, we travelled the world! All around the world! We met so many different people and experienced so many unique places! In another, I found myself in distress, and there you were, my knight in shining armor atop his noble steed, ready to slay the dragon that dare come close to its prized captive. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[But my favorite dream...]//]
(mouseover:?2)[//My favorite dream is the one that I got to live out with you, my Charlie. You truly made me the happiest I've ever been and I am so grateful to have met you that one day on the docks. We've been through so much together and
[[I am forever thankful to have you by my side through it all.|last note pt2]]//]]](text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//I am sorry that I had to cut our time short. I only wish that you can truly find yourself to forgive nature for its cruel destiny, but I also wish that you can find the beauty in it too. For through the journey of life must come death, but with it also comes (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[the adventure it beholds.]//]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?1)[//My Charlie... you have given so much of your time to me.
(if: $cure is true)[Even though you could not find a cure, the only cure I needed was the one that you gave me all this time... ''your love''.](if: $doctor is true)[Even though you could not find a doctor that would nurse me back to good health, the only nursing I needed was the one I got from ''your love''.](if: $research is true)[Even though you could not find the answers you sought after, the only answer you needed was the one you found ''in the love we shared''.]
Thank you again, Charlie.
(text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[For your love and devotion.]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?2)[//And now it is time for me to give the same back to you. On our first date, you told me what your wildest dream was.
(if: $writerdream is true)[You wanted to be a world-famous writer with your works praised by many.](if: $islanddream is true)[You wanted to find your own island, one with the most beautiful of sunsets.](if: $gardendream is true)[You wanted to build the biggest garden anyone has ever seen, one even bigger than what I ever hoped for.] I have dreamt enough in my lifetime
[[and now it is time for you to live yours.|final ending]]//]]](text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[//Go Charlie! Live your dream! (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|1>[Live life to its fullest!]//]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?1)[//For there is so much beauty in this world and also (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|5>[in you.]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?5)[//It would be such a shame for you to only share it (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|2>[with me.]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?2)[//Whenever you need me, Charlie, just close your eyes and (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|3>[listen to nature.]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?3)[//For in it, I will be with you. (text-colour:#f0f0f0)|4>[Always.]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")[(mouseover:?4)[//Love,
[[Annalise|Dedicated]]//]]]
(text-style:"sway")[(css: "font-size: 105%;")+(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")+(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[//Dedicated to all those who lost someone they loved.//]]
(text-style:"sway")[(css: "font-size: 110%;")+(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX=")+(text-colour:#f0f0f0)[//"To see the world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower..."
- William Blake//]]