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Dwight peeked around the corner where he heard the music. There she was! Just like before. He had given Abner a lazy excuse that he needed to leave, but he seemed fine by it. Now he was here, back to see...

Drat. She won't say her name to him.

"Hello." He greeted, almost shyly, which was not like him. What was his problem? Nevertheless, she turned around with a smile.

"Hello to you too, Stranger." She winked. "I was waiting for you to return."

Why was her voice so soothing? She had this incredibly-almost unbelievably- relaxed demeanor to her, it was so strange but so fascinating at the same time.

"Ha." He weakly moved closer. "I'm glad you're happy to see me at least."

She hummed, thinking that sentence over before playfully smiling. "I wouldn't say happy, Stranger."

Dwight didn't know how to respond to that, but sat down on the slightly damp log that was close by. It was misty out today, very cloudy-but at least it felt nice. "Oh."

"I'm teasing." She said, sitting next to him. "You seem so much more flustered than before, y'know." He swore she started leaning closer, her light green eyes holding him in place. "Why's that?"

"I-I'm not sure?" He responded, feeling his chest grow tight. She eyed him up and down, the smile never leaving her lips.

"Again, it's too easy." She sighed, leaning away and crossing her arms.

"'Too easy'?" He responded. "To get me embarrassed?"

"Embarrassed?" She tilted her head to the side, her sandy dreads following. "Oh, you're so silly, Flower Child."

"What'd you just call me?" He asked, never hearing that term before. Was she making fun of him?

"You heard." She stood up, looking light as air. She held her hand out to him. "C'mon."

"What-"

"We're gonna dance." She winked, pulling him up.

He was quick to try and protest. "Now wait a minute, u-uh, what was that thing you called me?"

"Flower Child."

"Flower Child," He continued, "I dont dance."

"Uhuh, sure, anyways, you step to the side like this-"

Dwight fumbled with her, cheeks growing hot. Her delicate hands were in his and she pulled him from side to side to the music, before she spun in a circle to end up back to where she started. He really had no choice but to follow along best he could. He really didn't dance! He wasn't good and he felt stupid whenever he did so. But how can she so easily make him do this? He didn't even know her name!

"So, Flower," He decided to call her, "Whats-oh, sorry," He had stepped on her foot, "Can we please get to a first-name basis?"

"Mmmm, no thank you. Not yet, at least." She giggled. "You're supposed to guess."

"And how can I possibly manage to do that? Do you not know how many names there are?"

Her gaze flickered to him again, after making sure his footing was correct, and her smirk was digging into his bones. "Yes."

He huffed. She was strange.

"Y'know, you confirmed my thought."

"Oh, really?" Dwight acknowledged, feeling a little more confident with this. "And what thought was that?"

"You really don't know who I am." Another twirl, 'cept this time it was him. He almost laughed at how ridiculous that felt, but it was fun.

Raising an eyebrow, his dark red eyes searching her face for any clues when he met her gaze. "Am I supposed to...?"

"Not necessarily," She let him go and stepped back, but her walking kept its light footsteps and twirls. She grabbed a thin cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. "However, most everyone does. You're a spirit, right?"

He shook his head. "No, at least, I don't think so? I was cursed."

That caught her off guard. "Cursed?" Her eyes lit up, showing the most energy that he'd ever seen her have. "Cursed from what?" He frowned, the topic is a sore one for him. She seemed to notice and toned it down. "Oh, I'm sorry, Flower Child, I didn't know." She fumbled with the tassel, "I've never met anyone who was cursed before."

"...Yeah." He muttered. "We're pretty rare, I guess."

"We?"

"I have a twin brother." He explained, but then realized he shouldn't have said that. Then again, what if there was any confusion between him and Abner if Abner were to meet her on accident? Granted, Abner had blue eyes and was skinnier, but he didn't want to risk it. However, Abner wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he had a...'girlfriend', which he knew Abner would say that. He was always the romantic one at heart.

"A twin?" She muttered, and her gentle smile returned. "Oh Moon, I'm sorry that two people look like...well, you." She feigned a disgusted look, which was obviously playful.

That made him smile a little bit. "I know, right? Such a sorry sight. I'm always wounded when I see a mirror or him."

She gave a brilliant laugh, and it sounded like bells. She muffled it with her hand. "I see." She tied her cloak. "Sadly, I have to go. That'll give you plenty of time to figure out my name, perhaps?"

"Do you really have to leave?" He blurted, before blushing again.

"Aww, don't worry," She blew him a kiss. "I'll be here in the same spot next week. I have work to do."

"Next week?" He confirmed, and she nodded. "Oh. Yeah. Plenty of time!"

"Great!" She grabbed her little music box and waved at him as she walked through the trees.

It was really quiet now, and really lonely. "Yeah." He muttered as his hand lowered. "...Great."

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"Patty, listen. I am on a roll!"

"I know, Ed, you've said that already," Patrick smiled at Cupid, who was clearly excited about the romantic scene.

Cupid grinned widely, "I have to make sure everything goes smoothly for Tooth-for now, at least! I know Elizabeth is having, like, a little bit of trouble, but at least I got them together even if it's 'temporary'." He sighed. "Now I gotta, like, find me another project!"

"'Project?'" Patrick repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Eddy, you gotta remember that people are not projects."

"Oh, hush," Cupid waved him off. "Oh! Maybe I could, like, ask Cerys! Oh, she's so lovely isn't she?" He sighed.

"I thought you were waitin on that?" Patrick turned to his brother. "Cause...yknow."

"I am! But, like, that doesn't mean I can't speak to her." Cupid crosses his arms. "Anyways, me and Cerys are good friends anyways."

"I know, Eddy," Patrick flipped through the book he had been looking at absentmindedly. "I was just curious. Say, when was Tooth supposed to talk to North?"

"Well, okay, here's the thing," Cupid say on the corner of a chair. Patrick knew his brother would ramble, so he sat down on the opposite arm. "I, like, suggested to her to bake something! That'd be cute, right? I mean, like, North, cookies, kinda his niche!"

Patrick nodded, "Yeah, I agree,"

"However I forgot that Tooth is, well, Tooth. Meaning she, like, doesn't know how to bake sweets? So I think I'm going to have to, like, help her. Which is fine! It's only my job."

Patrick laughed a little at his brother's eagerness. "Just remember to let her breathe a little and give her space. I know you love to help, Eddy, and that's why people love you, but you can be a little overbearing."

"No I am not!" He huffed, pouting. "I'm very bearing!"

Patrick could only respond by shaking his head, knowing that this part of their conversation was over. "Alright then, if you say so, Eddy. "

"Good!" He grinned, "Now I gotta see how Tooth is, like, doing. Byyee!" He didn't get a response, but he did hear a sigh as he left.

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Elizabeth was obviously excited to get this over with. Her body was buzzing and Jack took notice pretty quickly, especially when her hands were on him. Eventually, they were sitting on the floor, Elizabeth cuddling up to Jack and staring at the box. Her anticipation only made his own grow, but in a much more fearful way. His memories weren't working before. He was afraid they wouldn't work now, and he was afraid of disappointing her.

"It's okay." She said after a few seconds of silence. "Whatever happens-it'll be okay."

Right. She could sense fear.

Jack nodded slowly. His fingers gently rested on the top where the diamond button was, and his middle finger sent the sensor off.

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Jack blinked his eye open to see...well...nothing exciting. He was at his village, in his own clothes, which felt very weird and foreign now. Glancing around, he began to walk alongside the other people. He could faintly recognize them in a way that seemed familiar, but names were forgotten long ago.

However, he couldn't help but feel something felt...very very off. It was buried in his gut and he couldn't shake it off. Something was wrong and he didn't know why, simple as that.

"Mother, let's get those!"

That voice.

Jack turned quickly to see his little sister- which seeing her alone made his chest ache and his eyes water- but he also saw his mother. Her back was too him, and they were both dressed in black. His mom...

He took a few steps closer, knees weak and shaking now. His mom! He hadn't seen her since...he sniffed, wiping his eyes.

They were picking flowers, and every once in a while someone would walk by and speak quickly to them before walking away. His mother and sister began to walk towards the woods, and Jack followed. Only when they made it to a gravestone did he realize what was going on. It was the anniversary of his death.

"My poor boy." His mom sighed shakily, dabbing the handkerchief on her cheeks, her hat casting a shadow over her face and she settled in front of the stone. Jack closed his eyes gently, soaking in his mother's voice, which he hadn't heard in years. It was so familiar. He loved it. "I only wish your body was here and not..." her sobs racked her body, and Jack was very close to doing the same.

He didn't realize his body-not this one, in fact, was this his body?- was still in the inky waters. A chill went down his spine. "I hope you understand, my child, it was winter. Three winters ago, in fact...three winters..." she whispered, before growing silent. Occasionally, she'd sniff and cry, but Jack could only see how tired she was. He slowly put his hand on her shoulder, but he knew his mother wouldn't be bothered by it.

But that brought up the question; how was he here? He never came back to his town after his rebirth, the shock of realization that he was dead made him leave for a long while. He looked around before spotting...Elizabeth?

Since he knew how to tell if Elizabeth was there, his doubts that maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him diminished. She blended in perfectly, naturally, grey eyes wide and sad. She didn't move, but when she heard someone close she retreated further into the dark, but the bushes and greenery around her helped cover her. But how could he see through her memories? She wasn't here with him.

But then her face twisted. Her eyes began to water and she hugged the tree, fingernails digging in the bark and she hid her face there as well. Jack felt terrible. He hated seeing her so distraught, especially because it was over him. Then her gaze went past the grave, her glassy eyes settling on something farther away. The lake.

Suddenly with a blink, it was dark. His mother left a while ago just as the sun began to set, and Elizabeth walked by his grave, fingers trailing gently along the stone. The pit in his stomach never went away. The flower she hid in her hand rested on top with his mother's flowers, and she continued her walk to the lake.

It was frozen over, much like before, which made sense. She sat along the edge, head in her hands.

Jack waited a few moments before going over to her and sitting down. She didn't appear to be cold, but her nose was pink. Her eyes were tinted red.

They sat in silence until his world finally rippled.

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Jack woke with a gasp. It took him a few seconds to understand what was happening or where he was, but he could tell a few things that brought him back to Earth. The smell of cookies, the warmth, and a hand holding his.

Elizabeth's hand was in his, and he was leaning against her. She had her eyes closed, but when he shifted she began to wake. How long was he out of it? In fact, that was it? That's all he got? After months, years of his box not working? Jack felt frustrated.

He didn't want to see her grieving over him! He wanted to see them together, happy, something that he could speak to her on! It was supposed to be happy memories. In fact, his mother, whom he hadn't seen in so long; he wanted happy memories of her too!

"Jack?" Drowsily, she blinked up at him, before her fangs showed slightly in a relieved grin. When she saw his expression, namely, his deep frown, she followed suit. "What happened?"

"It's not fair." He managed to say, catching a sob in his throat. His frustration was building quickly. She sat up some more, facing him now. Her hand had never left his, only to do so when he pulled away to stand up.

Elizabeth had no idea what was wrong, so she followed her friend. Jack began to pace in front of the door, struggling badly to keep his emotions in check. But now all he could see was Elizabeth's distraught expression, his mother's sobs rang in his ears. He didn't need this. Not now.

"It's not fair!" He nearly wailed, trying to shy away from her. He didn't want to make her upset. She needed to leave. Or-Or he needed to leave. Someone needed to go! He couldn't do this. He couldn't-

"Hey, hey," she hummed, cupping his face right as the tears began to fall. "What happened, Jackie?"

"I didn't need this." He hiccuped, shakily holding his memories. "I shouldn't have-" his eyes squeezed shut. Elizabeth made him rest his head on her shoulder, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"What happened?" She whispered again, wanting desperately to help him. Her Jack hardly ever-

No. Her Jack was...gone. This Jack was different. And that was okay.

Jack grew silent a few minutes later as his anger subsided. He sighed, and didn't move from his spot. "...'Beth?"

"Yeah?"

Sounding nearly emotionless but still groggy, he asked, "How often did you visit my grave?"

That was something she expected him to ask. Ignoring the sudden jolt of pinpricks in her body, she struggled to respond. "U-Uhm. A lot."

"A lot?"

"A lot."

He leaned away to wipe his eyes in his sleeve. "I saw my mom."

"Oh yeah?" She rubbed his arm encouragingly and offered a smile. Jack returned it for a brief second before it fell.

"Yeah." He swallowed thickly. "I saw my sister...and I saw you."

"Me?" She asked, struggling to remember a time she was ever near his mom, which was...well, never. His sister, yes.

"Three year anniversary of my death." He explained, looking at the floor.

She bit her lip, nodding slightly. "That makes sense."

"Why would that be important?" He questioned. "I didn't even know I could see my memories from where my body was. I was hoping for something different-happy- I'm starting to get tired of being drained from all the sadness, yknow?" He waited for a response, but when he didn't he looked back to her. Elizabeth was misty eyed, looking out the window. Oh no. That's not what he wanted to see. She looked exactly as she had in his memory. It was almost unsettling to him.

"'Beth?" He asked, shifting closer. It was his turn to cup her face. "Am I missing something from that?"

"I avoided your grave for so long." She muttered. "The first time I went was...well..."

Oh, now he got it. He looked around them once more. "Here; let's get our minds off of this for a minute. Let's go do something fun instead." He suggested, a grin forced onto his face.

"Like what?"

"I dunno!" He shrugged. "Let's just forget this-" he held his memories- "for a while and do something else. I don't care what. Movie, pranks, going somewhere- literally anything but this. What do you say?"

She laughed a little, nodding. "I totally agree."

He edged to the door, looking back to offer his hand. She gladly took it. "So what do you pick, M'Lady?" He winked jokingly.

She giggled lightly, "How about you surprise me?"

Thinking, Jack wondered what they could do. Maybe a simple movie. Something relaxing. "You got it."

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there we go! I had a lot of fun with this chapter and I'm starting to feel the flow of this story a bit more.

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