The Hill
The Hill love stories
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twixie Broadway trash and Percy Jackson stan.
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The hill knows all about them. And has watched their relationship grow.

The Hill

I am the Hill

And I have seen everything.

I have seen a 5-year-old girl and a 5-year-old boy stick the tongues out at each other as their parents made them play.

I have seen a 6-year-old girl and a 6-year-old boy play baseball upon me.

I have seen a 7-year-old girl and a 7-year-old boy play tag upon me.

I have seen an 8-year-old girl and an 8-year-old boy climb a tall tree

And climb up to the highest branches

In hopes that they can find dandelion seeds in the clouds

and make a wish.

She would wish for love.

And he would wish for a best friend.

And both their wishes might have been granted.

But I have seen him fall from the highest branch of the tree

Trying to pick a flower for her.

I have seen her run to him.

And call his name with desperation in her voice.

And him patting her red hair.

Telling her that he'll be fine.

I have seen a 12-year-old boy and a 12-year-old girl laughing together.

I have seen a 13-year-old girl and a 13-year-old boy crying.

And a 15-year-old boy and a 15-year-old girl looking at the sunset.

I have seen everything.

They have both grown up. And I have seen it all.

I have seen them kiss on my bench.

I have seen them hold hands as they walk up upon me.

I have seen him arguing with another girl.

An argument that ended in a kiss.

But the first girl yelled at him.

I have seen her run from him.

I have seen him call for her.

I have seen him cry.

I have seen them avert gazes.

I have seen them look longingly at the sky.

I have seen them run to each other.

I have seen them kiss.

I have seen them get married.

I can't remember the clothes. All I can remember were the smiles.

I have seen their child walk upon me.

Her mother's red hair and her father's green eyes upon her.

I have seen their children walk upon me.

Three little angels sent from above. Two girls and one boy.

I have seen them having a picnic.

On a quilt with lovingly embroidered patches.

I have seen him walk out in a military uniform.

And their children cling to his legs with tears in their eyes.

The oldest trying to be brave.

I have seen her hold him close before letting him go.

But I haven't seen anything else.

Because he hasn't come back.

And she hasn't climbed upon me since.

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