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Softly, the wind blew, and we walked against its path. We walked up that large, rolling, green hill. It was our place up there. No one could find us. I loved it that way. I could escape from all the reporters that followed Dad and Mum around. I hated them and their cameras and their notebooks, constantly following us. They would never stop asking questions. They just talked and talked and talked. It's hard to forget how they snapped picture after picture, after picture. It was like they were trying to capture every little aspect of our lives. Mum told me that they did that, because they needed to know every lie we told, strike of pain we went through, and every fight that we lived through. She said some were rather nice, and wouldn't be doing it if it weren't their jobs, but others weren't as nice and they did it for themselves. Dad and Mum both had jobs, and they didn't do anything like that. Why did those people do it us?

We reached the top of the hill, and the breeze was still blowing. I looked around me, knowing that this was the last time I'd ever see this place. Our vacation was over, much to my disappointment. I didn't want it to be over, though. It couldn't be over. I may have been only seven, but I was sure that I loved her with all my heart. However, when I told Dad about this, he just smiled at me and said, "James, you may think you love her, but soon you will find that there is even stronger love out there, and you will share it with a different girl. I know it will hurt now, but you'll see how life has its way of always working itself out."

I cringed a bit, as I remembered that horrid discussion. Dad was wrong- I was meant to spend my whole life with her, and that was what I still wanted to do. They were pulling us farther and farther apart and I hated it. Suddenly, I felt soft skin brush against my hand, and then fingers locked themselves around mine. All the thoughts I had about that day were flushed away. I grabbed her hand and smiled at her, and she smiled back at me. As I looked at her, my heart flutter to its own musical beat, and I loved every second of it. I knew, at that moment, that my heart would never be the same until I found her again.

Her blonde hair lay on her shoulders perfectly, well, as perfectly as a seven-year-old's hair could lie. It resembled a waterfall, made of gold. Oh so silky and shiny. It stayed in a straight line all the time, continuing all the way to her mid-back. Nothing was more breathtaking to me. I didn't understand the feelings that went through my body when I was with her, but I assumed it was love. That electrifying, jaw dropping, outrageous feeling that swarms through your body -head to toe- and warms every inch of you. I never wanted it to go away.

What I loved most about her was her green eyes. It may seem that I was bitter, because I didn't have my father's eyes, and she was the only way I could have them- my solution. She had emerald eyes that shined so bright when she smiled that my heart did this flip-flop thing, but somehow managed to stay inside my chest. She said that my eyes reminded her of chocolate. She liked chocolate. I really loved her eyes when she looked at me, kind of like the way she was doing now. As they sparkled, a crystal color mixed in with the green, making them more lovely.

"James, I don't want you to go…" She whispered softly to me, squeezing onto my hand even tighter as she looked down at the ground. She loved the hilltop like I did; it was filled with Lilies, which were her favorite flower. I found that funny, because my sister and grandma were both named Lily, but it didn't bother me. She told me this story, about how the flowers came to life and danced when there was a full moon, to the owl's harmonic hooting. The Lilies favorite sound was the soft howl of a werewolf, as it cried out to the world, reminding everyone that they were human, too (well, part human, I supposed). I found the whole thing funny, but I loved to hear her talk about it. She told the story with so much passion and care in her voice, always wearing a bright smile. However, when she came close to the end of the story, the smile always faded as she told me about the flowers falling still and silent as dawn broke; how they were helpless and alone.

I sighed and looked out at the splendid horizon, not wanting to think about how I had to leave soon. You could see the entire village, which seemingly sparkled under the beaming sun. The sky looked like a painted picture, with streaks of purple and red sketched across it at random. The trees, all full with green leaves, blew in the wind like they were dancing a dance that only they knew. We tried to copy them once, but it ended terribly. They were much better dancers than us. I pulled myself away from the memorizing view and focus on her, the pretty girl in front of me.

"You know that tale you tell me about the Lilies dancing in the full moon?" I asked her slowly, and when she nodded I continued, "Well, think of this like that. I'm like the Lilies, but right now it isn't a full moon, so I have to go away. I don't want to, but I have to go anyway. So I'm going, but some day my full moon will come and I will come back for you, just like the Dancing Lilies come back for the werewolf."

She giggled and gazed up at me, "So you are saying that you are a flower. That's funny." She let go of my hand, but stepped closer to me. She tilted her head to the side, analyzing me for a moment before saying with a laugh, "You are a very pretty flower."

I scrunched my face up, "Pretty? I am not pretty! Being pretty is for girls!" I exclaimed. She rolled her eyes at me and stepped in closer. We were super close at this point, our chests nearly touching. She kept grinning brightly as she leaned up to me. Softly she whispered, "You said it yourself. You are a flower, and I declare you are a pretty one." She paused for a moment to let a few more giggles escape her.

"Until our full moon comes, I leave you with this. My Mummy tells me that you give it to someone you really like, so I am giving it to you." Gently, she placed her lips on mine. It was a short peck, but nothing like our holding hands. It was more than I could handle. I backed away some and her eyes grew wide.

"Did you like it?"

I casually wiped my mouth off- I didn't want no girl cooties. I shrugged and answered, "Okay, yeah, I did."

She grinned brightly and then she hugged me, "Good!" We stayed like this for a while. It was nice, but I was now filled with girl cooties. Despite this, I hugged her back and I still wanted her to be with me forever, but the kissing had to go. It was nasty…

"James? James Sirius?" Mum's voice rang in my ears, and I guess it rang in her's too, because she let go of me. We shared a glance with each other, but that was all we could do, because Mum was by my side the next moment. She was frantically yelling at me for wandering off and not telling her. I ignored her. I was far too busy wishing that the full moon would hurry up.

"James, we need to get back down to the house. Your dad's waiting for us- we need to leave." Mum told me as she began to walk down the hill, looking back when she didn't hear my footsteps behind hers. "Come on, now."

I sighed and give a small smile to her, knowing I wouldn't see her for a while. "See you around, Selena."

She gazed at me sorrowfully, whispering, "Bye James…"

Mum walked with me back down to the house, asking me questions about what had just happened up there on the hilltop, where Selena and I were all alone. I could only think of one way to reply. "Have you ever heard of the tale of the Dancing Lilies?"

The stroy just popped in my head, so here is the begining. I know they sound a bit older than seven, but believe me, seven year olds are rather smart.

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