I was sad so I edited Walter's Wikipedia page to say he's alive on the death date thingy lmao. I won't get arrested will I?

Heloooo my delightful readers!! I'm so happy that this story has 8 follows already. Do please remember to drop a review down below if you read this. I've got a request on more Shirley and I just have to say, I have Shirley planned out to be in many of the chapters, wink wink, Stay tuned and you'll see him. I just love Shirley, L.M Montgomery didn't give him enough of a character but the writers here have changed that and It all fits him so correctly. Anyways, let's get goingggg.

He was on a large field, where clusters of flowers grew here and there and the sun shined down, providing a cheerfulness to the place. The only thing ruining it were the soldiers who came tramping by that very moment, crushing the flowers and making the place a grin valley of deserted hopes

.The scene changed and now he looked upon the same place but it was no longer recognizable.

The ground was blood- streaked, dead men lying everywhere. Here and there he could see remains of shrapnel and shells scattered here and there. It didn't at all look like the bright and cheerful place it once was.

He didn't know why he was a spectator of the scene, seeing as it had played so many times in his head. There he was, laying next to the dead body which was so twisted and garbled it was hard to tell if it was Tom. His stomach twisted with disgust at the ugliness of it all.

He saw himself twisting and turning with groans of pain and suddenly the shrapnel nearby stuck into his chest and the next thing he noticed with tremor was that his body had gone limp, and the echoed heartbeats were gone for all of 15 seconds. Those 15 seconds were all that needed Dog Monday on the platform to howl loudly, grieving the death of his master who hadn't died, yet.

He held his breath, observing himself laying in a static position. Was he dead?. The answer came to him as suddenly as it had been. He heard a voice echoing around him as he was no longer observing himself but was himself, the man who lay in the puddle of blood, it was him, it was him.

His eyes opened slowly as he saw someone standing near him, peering at him. Her eyes were hazel like his father's but deep and warm eyes that seemed to look right through you. She had red hair, the same as Jem's and Di but where their hair were simply red hers were a glowing auburn. Her smile was velvety and sweet, a mixture of Father's cheeky grin and mother's caressing one.

She wasn't? She couldn't be? Unless he was dead.

"Joy" he murmured as she came closer to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He was astonished by how much warmth flowed through him as she did so.

"I've wished of doing that for so long, little Walter. Oh I love you so much, you've been through so much." her eyes glinted with tears as she said that, still not letting go of him.

" Am I dead?" he asked in the unknown voice which didn't feel like his anymore.

Joyce finally let go of him, the tears falling freely now.

"As much as I'd like to keep you with me right now, I can't."

"What'd you mean?"

"You have work in the world right now. You're bounded by love and hope and memories. You can't die yet." she stroked his cheek gently.

"But you had love too, Mom and Dad they loved you so much, and they hoped. Couldn't you come back?"

"I'm sorry Walter, I can't. I've crossed the veil and I can't go back now. But you can. I know I have Mom and Dad's love, but you have something that's even more deeper. You have memories with everyone. Mum, Dad, the children, they'd be haunted forever if you died. And you have something much stronger. There's a different kind of love holding you back to the world. You know that bond between Mon and Dad? Well it's strong and you have the deepest, the strongest and the most amazing kind of love waiting for you. I'm sorry,"

"But what about the Piper?"

Her eyes flashed of sadness and fear.

"The Piper pipes those who want to go. Do you really want to abandon everyone and come here?".

He knew the answer before he even said it.

"No.." he said, gritting his teeth with determination.

"Walt, I love you." She smiled at him lovingly and with a soft kiss to his cheek, she had leapt over the veil that divided them and he had bent back, hearing distinct voices as he closed his eyes.

Walter awoke suddenly as his breath came in short gasps. The dream had come repeatedly to him in the past few days. It had been realistic as the first time he had seen the vision in real. He traced his cheek where she had stroked it and he could swear he felt some of the warmth.

The sound of creaking boards and light footsteps reached his ears as he stood up, carefully making his way downwards. It was past midnight and everyone would be in their beds. Jem had hurried off to Kingsport this very morning and Nan and Di were to go tomorrow. Perhaps Shirley was hungry and decided to get a snack.

He deftly made his way to the kitchen in the dark, cursing silently as the footboards creaked. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary so he turned, attempting to make his way upstairs again. But before he could, someone wrapped their arms around him from behind.

"I've caught you now Rilla, you can't escape." from where he was standing, he could hear her shy voice clearly, as his heart skipped a beat on how close she was to him. He would wonder later why he felt like that but for now, he wanted to stay like that, forever and ever.

She leaned in closer and he got a whiff of her perfume as she drew back, her voice trembling.

"Rilla??" Una muttered

"It's me" Walter murmured softly.

She stepped away from him, her breath hitched. As the moonlight streamed through the window he saw that she had a blindfold on. Without looking at him, she threw the blindfold off herself and before he could call her, she had run off upstairs, leaving him standing there with a stunned expression on his face.