Tire swing

It was the summer Samantha and I had both tuned seventeen. We where the best of friends, inseparable as far as I can remember. She was a delicate blonde with ocean blue eyes, and had the most beautiful features I’ve ever been drawn to in a woman. Over the years she grew from a tomboyish child, into a flawless young beauty. We both changed so much over time. 

She is quite the mysterious type, always has been. Always sneaking off to explore the unknown. One summers day, we both ventured into the woods a few miles off from our homes. We came upon a tree with a rope and tire crafted swing attached to it. Samantha loved when I would push her on the swing. When we got tired, we would rest beneath the tree and talk for hours. We did this every day until the sun would set. In the setting sun, Samantha had the most beautiful way about her. I couldn’t help but stare. I was in love with this girl, my best friend. 

She eventually started showing signs she felt the same for me. Holding my hand, gripping me close to her, resting her head on my chest when tired, and kissing my neck softly now and then. It was incredible. 
Every afternoon Samantha and I walked together to the tire swing in the woods. One afternoon she didn’t show. I became concerned. This wasn’t like her. After looking in the usual places she would spend time, it dawned on me to walk to the woods. Maybe she would be there. 

As I came upon the tree we usually rest under, I saw white fabric flowing in the air from the tire swings direction. It was Samantha. She was in a white dress that was flowing in the wind. As I got closer I noticed red streaks down her legs. “Samantha!”, I called out. She stood up and was startled. Tripping over her long dress, she fell to the ground.