Raspberry Path

“Are these ok Bree?” Ann’s puzzled expression made Bree grin as she made her way toward Ann through the scratchy vines.
“Uh...mmhm, oh no, not that one…but yep, these are ok. Just make sure they’re a deep violet, if not, they’ll be a red color and that means their unripe.” Bree pointed out expertly.
Ann smiled and bowed her head as she bent to pick more of the berries. Her reddish brown hair glowed in the July sun as Bree went back to her own raspberry bush. She decided to finally ask her.
“So...did you talk to him?” Bree hid a gentle smile. Ann looked up sharply.
“Wha-...what did you say to him? What happened?” Bree laughed kindly aloud at her friend’s outburst.
“Nothing! …my goodness, you really did care about him all this time.” Ann’s ears flamed a bright scarlet as she turned around, squatted, and began picking more raspberries as if nothing had happened. Bree brought her basket over, glanced at their surroundings and settled down next to Ann.
“You know Ann…you really have to try to say something...to him. Tell him what you can at least...before...” her voice trailed off.
“He’s leaving in two weeks time, you know that, right?” She said it more directly and saw Ann’s neck muscles twitch slightly. “And…well, the other day he even mentioned-” Ann whipped her head around making Bree fall backward. Her red eyes blazing with fury and something else in the ruby glow of the sunlight. Bree was shocked by the color and realized that the other thing lingering there was passion.
“No! Just..no..it doesn’t matter anymore. Bree...please, forget it.” She turned away in frustration. Bree sighed very quietly and put a hand on her friend’s quivering hand.
“All right. Do as you wish Ann, but…” She cut off and looked away for a moment trying to think of some words she could say to her. Why couldn’t she have the beautiful skill of comfort and compassion like her mother had had. She glanced quickly at a lily plant near by for any inspiration, but unfortunately none came.
“…At least do something you will not regret, Ann.” Ann glanced up at her and Bree suddenly saw something flicker quickly in her eyes but then vanish just as quickly. She looked quite sad, Bree thought, and she hated to see her friend like this.
“This may feel like a safe and easy path to go…at the moment anyway, but it will hurt later. Trust me…I know.”
Bree blocked out all memories that were flooding back now. She hated when that happened and had literally mastered the skill of blocking unwanted thoughts, which was hard to do. That was one thing she hadn’t learned from her mother. Ann watched Bree’s face for a moment and understood something. She saw a path she hadn't seen before. She grasped Bree’s silent hand, picked up their raspberry-filled baskets and stood up. And together, hand in hand, the two friends went down the new path toward the setting sun balanced on a perfect horizon back home.
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A rather rushed small story...sorry if stuff doesn't make sense and I repeat things and everything's screwed..cuz that's how my brain works unfortunatly.
I wrote this for the message of it..which is very important to me.
thanku for reading and viewing. v_v