“You’re going to have to show me the way out here again so I can come all the time,” even if I was stuck out in the middle of nowhere at least there was a little peace here.
“I can come whenever you want, don’t try to find the path by yourself though-if you get lost you’ll never find your way out of the forest especially when it’s dark.” He acted as though he’d known from experience, but I didn’t think much of it.
“That’d be nice,” I said smiling, “I’d like that.”
For about another week, the nameless boy and I went back to the waterfall, and explored other places of the forest. I kept having the almost same dream every night, sometimes when we got to the tree house the tree house looked brand new and when we were inside it was on fire, others it looked as if the fire had just went out and there was still smoke all around. I only remembered bits and pieces from the dreams and just thought it was from me being without anybody but him out in No Man’s Land.
After the 8th nightmare I finally asked him if he knew where any tree houses were in the forest. It took a while for him to reply but he finally said he’d show me soon, but that didn’t sound soon enough to me. After all the time we had spent together we had become like best friends, and I always got butterflies in my stomach when I saw him at 9 every morning out by the lake.
Finally, one day I was ready to explode if I couldn’t see the tree house, and I wouldn’t shut up about it until he agreed to take me to see it. We walked for about 15 minutes through thick trees and bushes, and finally came to a big tree with a small clubhouse on top. When I looked up and saw it all the memories from the nightmares I’d had came back and hit me so hard I felt dizzy, the little house was charred and ash was everywhere. He started to go up the ladder, insisting I follow him but instead I went around to see the ground where you can look at from the window and saw the outline of a body in the leaves.
