It wasn't often you saw the popular guy with the loner. Well, until you and Clapton met. At a Lemon Tree. Or.. The Lemon Tree. It's been apart of every milestone in you and Clapton's relationship. Your first time meeting, your first date, first kiss.. it was.. bittersweet. Highschool sweethearts. Nobody believed you'd last. And they were right.

The school shooting, it took you away from him. Well, he assumed. You'd disappeared when they scanned the area. Not a single trace of you was found. Well, except for your stuff in your locker. Untouched.

Clapton lost hope. You were gone. He'd never get to feel your lips. He'd never get to hold you. He'd never get to grow old with you. Nothing. It wasn't fair.

He had made a shrine by The Lemon Tree and visited everyday. Everything felt so sour.. like the Lemons of the tree where he swore to love her till death do you part.

He sat under the tree. It was summer. Usually, teens would be out partying. Lost in thought, he felt someone sit next to him.