"What?"

"Yes, you heard me right!" Jacob looked around him nervously, and bit his bottom lip. "When that Althea came-"

"Althea? Isn't she…dead?" Olive asked,

"Yes. Not really. The wound wasn't fatal to her. She managed the freeze the infection and healed over time. But let me talk first. Ever since Althea came, I kept on hearing voices talking to her, and when I peeked across the corner from Hugh's bedroom once, I saw Millard."

"What do you mean?" Enoch asked.

"He's visible. Millard has black hair and blue eyes, do you know that? And his skin is really, really pale."

"That's impossible. People can't have blue eyes and black hair. It just doesn't go together," Enoch argued. Jacob glared at him angrily.

"Well, he does. And people can have blue eyes and black hair. They're just rare. Did you not see his hair that day we went to pick up his body?"

"He was wearing a hat that was frozen to his hair! Did you see it?" Enoch barked. Jacob shrunk back, laughing nervously.

"Ha-ha. Oh yeah."

"Shh!" Millard's voice hissed behind them. Jacob jumped. Olive almost did too, but her lead shoes kept her on her butt.

"Hello, Millard," Enoch said. He nodded at the beautiful boy who had come out of the bushes.

He had black hair, sky-blue eyes, and was wearing a simple button-on shirt. His skin was incredibly white. Most people would think he was ill or something.

And Jacob was absolutely right about it all.

The moment Enoch finished his sentence, a dark voice called out, "Millard?" Millard ducked into the snowy background once again, hoping the white would hide him. Hugh walked into the scene, his face dark and gloomy. If there was a color to describe it, it would be black.

"Millard?" he repeated. Enoch flinched. Jacob laughed drily.

"I'll be going to help Emma in the kitchen now, if you wouldn't mind…" he muttered, and dashed out of the garden. Olive stood up.

"Now, Hugh-"

"Don't ever mention his name in my presence! Do you know what he did to me? Do you know what he did to Fiona? What else didn't he do? He killed my childhood friend, he hurt Fiona…she couldn't even tell me privately because she though walls had ears! She had to hurt me, knock me out, to be able to talk to me! She had to talk to me through whispers, through whispers unheard and lip reading, just so that she could tell me the truth! She had to weave a pattern of flowers for me to read, to understand!"

"Hugh Apiston! Don't you dare talk to us like that! If you're not going to talk nicely, then you can get out of here! Don't stand up for Fiona against Millard! Have you any idea what Millard has suffered? Do you know what Fiona has done to Millard? You don't-you don't know anything! I used to think you were wise, but being a jerk has overtaken your common sense!"

Hugh stumbled back, his eyes wide. Why was everyone against him and Fiona? Did Fiona really do something? Why did Olive talk to him like that?

"Olive?"

"Yes?" she asked, panting in anger and loss of breath. Enoch stared at her melancholily.

"She's here…"

At this point, everyone on the scene had gathered together. Millard in the snowy background, tears flooding down his ghostly face, Fiona standing at the door with a broken teapot at her feet, Hugh staring at Olive and Enoch disbelievingly, and Olive and Enoch glaring at Hugh disapprovingly, Jacob and Emma behind the door, covering their mouths at what they just heard, Miss Peregrine perched on the top of the tree, looking at Hugh, Fiona, and Millard in the trees, Claire and Bronwyn on the other side behind the walls, listening, Horace shaking his head and sighing, Althea standing next to him, her eyes sad and hand over her heart as if it was her heart broken.

"Come out, Millard," Miss Peregrine whispered softly. A slight rustle in the trees, and the boy appeared. His piercing blue eyes were dull now, his lips blood red. His shirt was stained with teardrops.

"Millard?" Fiona gasped. "How are you-?"

"It's about time, Althea," he said. Althea nodded her head. She closed her eyes.

"I see it now. You lost this bet of last-man standing. Again. I'm sorry I made you come back one more time. I knew you didn't want the third taste of despair."

Millard gazed at her, then he stared into Hugh's eyes. Millard's eyes were dull and haunting, each was leaking out a stream of tears.

"Hello, Hugh Apiston." He turned to Fiona. "…"

"Are you going to say something?" Fiona asked, but it sounded more like a threat. Her eyes were dangerously lit.

Millard ignored her.

"Jacob, thank you for supporting me. Emma, you were the best leader anyone could ever have, even if I was smarter than you, was, is, and always will be. Claire, I wished I could've attended your wedding and saw which mouth kissed to groom first, but I don't think I can. Bronwyn, I hope you can take care of Claire forever. Don't let her marry a stupid guy." Millard glance at Althea again. "Horace, I have to say, nice clothes. I wonder what your wedding would be like if you were to just wear a T-shirt in as a suit? And next time I wish you would give the note to Hugh right away, not going around the place reading it to the people you think would like to know. Everyone wants to know. Olive, you are the most pretty, smart, and patient girl I have ever met. Enoch, you do good and take care of her when I'm gone. Don't drop any rat hearts in the soup anymore. And Miss Peregrine…"

"Yes?" she asked, dropping down to the ground.

"Thank you." Two words that answered every question, asked all questions, spoke every word in Millard's heart, and let everyone understand what Millard was saying.

"Goodbye," Bronwyn whispered first. Then a chorus followed her, only two voices missing out. Hugh's, and Fiona's.

"Althea, let us go."

Millard brushed past Hugh, walked past Fiona, and headed away. Althea followed him, and both of them walked out the door.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Hugh," Ms. Peregrine said. She shook her head. It was the first time Ms. Peregrine had ever said something to that sort to her children. Hugh stared at her back as she also left. People started filing out the room, until it only contained two people: Fiona and Hugh.

"What have you done?" Hugh whispered. Fiona stared at him.

"I think I forgot something," Horace suddenly said, popping up again, cold anger in his eyes. He wouldn't meet Hugh's eyes as he handed the letter over. "And I wish you wouldn't believe in the devil."

Hugh opened the letter.

"No!" Fiona cried, lunging out, swiped her hand across his chest, and ripped it from his hands. Horace gasped, dropping his cane, and fell to the ground. She had just slashed Hugh's chest with a broken porcelain piece that came from the broken teapot.

Fresh blood pooled to the ground and began to freeze into a red ice-skating rink.

"Fi…o…na?" he gasped. Miss Peregrine dashed in, seizing her by the arm.

"Fiona!" Claire gasped. The whole group followed them, gasping at what Fiona had done. She was crying and laughing hysterically, scaring everyone witless.

"Now you see me!" she screamed. Miss Peregrine frowned even deeper. Fiona turned to Miss Peregrine. "And now you don't?"

It was a question…not an answer.

Hugh watched in horror as his previous lover (sort of -ish?) began to dissolve, bit by bit, until she was only a pile of ashes on the floor.

"She wasn't ever alive. Millard knew it, and he was trying to remind you. But you couldn't accept it. Fiona was never resurrected, but Millard didn't want to hurt your heart. She was just a gift from him…he had to leave. He knew that your heart would never be his. If you have to take it the bad way…Fiona resurrected was just a test, and you failed it."

Hugh gapped at Horace. Everyone nodded their head sadly.

"Where is he?" Hugh demanded.

"Gone." Hugh turned to Miss Peregrine.

"What time is it?"

"Five minutes after."

Hugh took off, dashing for the love of his life.

"Why…why did you have to do that? Why couldn't you just trust me…?" Hugh muttered under his breath as he ran. In the distance, he saw two people walking side by side, one of them looking like he was almost about to fall. Every step seemed dragged.

"Millard Nullings!" he yelled. The one that seemed to almost fall turned around, eyes widened, turned back around, and started to run too. A chase was issued, leaving the other one accompanying him behind. The girl smiled knowingly. She pushed her glasses a bit further up on her nose bridge.

"I think in the end a twist came, and you've won," she whispered, her voice carried away by the wind.

Hugh finally caught on with Millard, pushing him into his chest, feeling Millard's heartbeat.

"Millard Nullings, will you marry me?" Hugh asked, presenting Millard the same ring once again.

"I don't want anything Fiona has ever touched before! She's supposed to be my enemy, not my friend!"

"But she was a gift from you! She's yours!" Hugh shouted right back. Millard stiffened. A person flashed in his mind.

"Horace told you, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Did you read the letter?"

"Not yet."

"Don't."

"Sorry…"

"Hugh?" Millard felt the arms around his waist loosen. "Hugh!"

Millard watched as Hugh fell into a pool of his own blood.

"Someone…help!"

He grabbed Hugh, searching frantically for someone that could see him, that could help him. But there was no one out in the middle of winter on the bleary cold streets. He gazed at his hands, but couldn't see anything.

"Nothing…?" he whispered, tears swimming in his eyes.

He had turned invisible again.

Hey guys...I hope I'm not too late on updating this chapter...heheheh...

In this chapter, Millard and Hugh basically finally got back together, and Hugh realized that Fiona was just a replica, and she was really dead for good. Hugh forgot that he was bleeding, so he fainted because of loss of blood, and Millard became invisible again...

This is my second to last chapter...My next fanfiction would with be for 1) Outsiders 2) Jack Frost x Peter Pan 3)...I have no clue...maybe creepypasta...?

Hope you guys can keep on following and reviewing! Tell me which one I should choose-v-

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