Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows




"Jonah secretly intercepted those messages. So when the mission was wrapping up, your dad saw Jonah and immediately pegged him as a cop. Truth is, he just wanted revenge, but things accidentally fell into place.

"After his cover was blown, he made sure we got out safely, but he never made it out himself."

I leaned against the wall, feeling as if all the air had been knocked out of me. My mind was blank, struggling to process how reality could be so absurd and cruel.

"What about my dad now?" I asked.

"He's dead, succumbed to his addiction."

I couldn't decide whether to laugh at the irony of his fate or cry for my Jonah, who was wronged by the world. Or perhaps, it was myself I should blame for dragging him into this mess.

After a long silence, he asked hesitantly, "Has she been okay all these years?"

Then, with a bitter laugh, he added, "Thank goodness I didn't mess up her life back then. I'm just a wreck now."

"Two years ago, she had a car accident and ended up in a coma. Her family had been pressuring her to marry, and in a drunken haze, she drove up a mountain, crashing down with her car. She was always waiting for you."

In that empty hospital room, two souls, discarded by the world, shared the truths they longed for while piercing each other's hearts with painful revelations.

I went home and slept for two days, clinging to the hope it was all just a nightmare that would fade upon waking. But waking up only brought the same harsh reality.

"This is Jonah's ashes, along with his belongings. His will requested that these be given to his fiancée-Miss Lana."

I stood there, stunned.

Among his belongings were hundreds of sketches of me and a diamond ring. When I thought I hadn't kept up with him, I realized he'd been watching over me all along.

I couldn't help but tremble, a faint, bitter smile forming at the corners of my lips.

The ring slipped perfectly onto my finger.

Cradling the wooden box close, I whispered, "Jonah, I'm here to take you home."

The wind was strong outside, carrying the crisp scent of autumn. The streets were littered with dry leaves, swirling and settling on the ground.

I walked, my heart heavy with sorrow and emptiness, each step feeling like a monumental effort.

Suddenly, a small body bumped into me-a three-year-old chasing leaves on the sidewalk, his mother trailing behind.

The little boy looked up and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you."

I turned to him, "It's okay."

He stared at me, puzzled. As I continued walking, his innocent voice floated over, "Mom, didn't you say people with gray hair are grandmas? But she looked much younger. That's weird."

"Hush, sweetheart, you see, she is going through a pain you can't understand."

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The little boy watched me walk away, confused. The sky began to darken as the sun set, and I moved shakily along, my gray hair blending into the somber autumn landscape.

As I passed a flower shop, I paused. "Could I get a bouquet of sunflowers, please?

My husband doesn't like lilies."

I carried them back to the little alley.

The flower in the yard were in full

bloom, their petals scattered by the breeze, sat on Jonah's favorite couch, gently touching the wooden box. It felt as if he were there, alive, sitting right beside me.

"Jonah, did it hurt back then?"

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