Okay, so when I first wrote this story, it was copied into my notes app on my IPhone. When I went to go check it so I could type up this chapter, it wasn't there. It turned out someone deleted it and I got pretty depressed.

So during the week, I managed to type up the rest I could based off of memory, so it may be a bit terrible. Enjoy anyway *jazz hands*

Approximately 4 winters had past since their last meeting.

Willow was left to sit around the cabin, watching the snow dribble over the tree tops as her so called relatives chattered quietly among the fireplace.

Snow – Something the girl had despised most about the trip, second being her lighter taken away from her for trying to burn down a tree. It felt like eras since she last saw the spirit with their meetings still fresh in her mind. Slowly Willow counted down the days she'd return. When the snow began to melt, that's when she was finally able to go back to the small country home.

Willow tried to run away and catch up with Wilson as soon as possible, but was always stopped by her aunt, saying that there was homework that needed to be done (She was applied into a nearby school which is what almost sent Willow out into a flying rage). Luckily, there was a boost in income and she was able to get a new wardrobe as well.

Willow was thrilled when she finally had free time to go visit the forest spirit. She ran the most she'd ever run in a day, her alabaster eyes gleaming as she spotted the man sitting at their usual spot.

"Wilson!"

His eyes met hers, lighting up instantly.

"Willow, you're back! How was your trip?"

Stopping in front of him, she grinned and sat down on the heated stone carving. "It was sooo boring, but now I'm back. I missed you."

"You have new clothes, I see."

"Yeah!" She ran her fingers along the black skirt's rim, enjoying the smooth feel to it. "Thing is, I have to go to school now so I won't be able to see you right away."

"That's fine." Wilson smiled, tapping his fingers against his vest tips.

Throughout the summer, they'd play in the forest and again in the fall until Willow's departure in the winter. This occurred every year until the year she turned 18. The pyromaniac had grown well, having a fit body and a new hatred: water. She was kicked out of school for trying to burn a classmate, leading her to be uneducated for years as she was unable to finish high school. It was fine to her, at least, but she was forced to do more chores and housework which she despised doing. She was filled with ecstasy when it was time for her to see Wilson again.

"Do you like my new outfit?" She asked as she gripped onto her lighter.

Wilson scanned her buttoned crimson shirt down to her long black skirt, smiling.

"Yes, I think it suits you very well."

"Thanks, Wil."

"Is that my new nickname?"

"Of course. I'd be lying if it wasn't."

The spirit snorted playfully. "Anyway, I have a proposal for you."

Wilson cleared his throat and began, "I would like to accompany you to the Spirit Festival that's occurring tonight at 8. Care to join?"

Willow gasped. "The Spirit Festival? I thought it was just a myth!"

He laughed. "It's not, I assure you. However, there will be other disguised spirits, so please be careful."

"I will. Thanks!" She smiled.

Dusk soon approached, its sunset rays seeping through the holes of the trees. The sound of fireworks could be heard in the distance, along with a loud cheering.

"Ah, it looks like they've already started."

"I'll go get ready. Wait here!"

Willow ran as soon as the next firework was launched into the sky, not waiting for Wilson's reply. Entering her house, she slammed the door behind her and fumbled up to her room.

"Willow? Go to bed, it's almost bedtime!" Her aunt called out from the kitchen.

"I will!" She answered back with a deviant lie.

Willow picked out a beautiful crimson dress from her wardrobe, the only item fancy in her closet. Luckily it wasn't too elegant for the occasion, but it was still charming.

She changed quickly then turned off her bedroom lights. The only escape without going downstairs and crossing her aunt was her window.

"It's either go out or don't," She growled under her breath as she climbed out of her window, closing it behind her. Picking up her dress, she carefully walked to the edge of the roof where she jumped down onto the soft, cushioning grass. The fall had made her ankles sore, but she was glad the dress was okay. Soon she met up with Wilson, where he had already managed a bowtie for the occasion.

"You look beautiful," he complimented. "Are you ready?"

"Thanks. And yes." She smiled.

The pair walked through a hidden path in the forest, though it was certainly familiar to them, as it was the path they crossed everyday when she was a child.

The booming of the fireworks grew louder with each step they took. Sparks of blue, green, and red flashed above the tree tops as they finally arrived. Many spirits disguised as humans flooded the fair, as well as some sneaky people.

Wilson stopped and pulled a piece of rolled up cloth from his pocket, tying one end around his wrist. He handed the other end to her. "So we won't get lost."

She did the same. It was a struggle for the two to get in, but they finally managed. Inside, there were many booths and games aligned on each of their sides along with the smiling faces of owners and kids. With Wilson's hands in his pocket, they both walked until they came across a crowd of spirits huddled around fire jugglers. Willow's eyes lit up as she watched them throw the flaming stick into the air and catch it again with safe, gentle movements. "Woah..."

Suddenly, a group of boys darted under the rope tied to their wrists, laughing and teasing them.

"Eeeew, a couple!" One boy taunted and the rest laughed.

Willow felt her cheeks burn. "Hey! It's not like that!"

Wilson's hand hovered gently over her stomach. "It's alright, miss," he laughed and continued watching the show.

Later, they were able to watch the fireworks up close. With the group of spirits squeezed into a crowd, she was surprised Wilson hadn't disappeared by now by the accidental touch of a human.

"This is kinda like a date," She commented with a smile.

"It is a date," Wilson responded without taking his gaze off the sparks in the sky.

After the festival ended, the gentleman took her back but upon the main road instead of the short cut. It was silent as they strolled, the only noise being the chorus of crickets being played in the background.

Suddenly, Wilson stopped in the middle of the trail, leaving her to ponder. She noticed he was a bit shaky, but she found out why when he took off his mask and placed it on her, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss. She was thankful he couldn't see her blush through the mask.

For the first time since their meeting, she finally saw his face, and for real now. She hated to admit, but he looked quite handsome without the mask.

Wilson winked playfully at her and continued on, his shoulders relaxed.

Suddenly, a small girl ran past them, being chased by another girl who seemed to have the exact same appearance but with a more.. solid...figure.

"Abigail, wait for me!" The blonde child shouted.

However, her foot tripped over a large crack in the road, causing her to scream when she fell. Wilson caught hold of her wrist just in time.

"Are you okay? Please be careful next time," he smiled and let go.

The girl rubbed the area of contact, smiling creepily. "Thank you."

She laughed and continued running after her lookalike.

Willow sighed, waiting to speak until the twins were gone.

"Was it just me or did she seem a bit…creepy?"

Wilson shrugged. "I don't know."

All of a sudden, a crimson glow was caught in her gaze. She gasped, holding her hands to her mouth.

"Wilson! That was a human!"

The spirit gazed down at his hand, playing with the glow it emitted. He shrugged, replying with "It appears so."

He opened his arms out and smiled. "Come on."

Willow took off the mask and accepted his warm embrace, her arms wrapping over the crook of his neck. Soon, the glow spread to his arms, and then his legs and around his torso. She wished she could stay in the moment forever. There was nothing that could calm her as much as this. Willow felt his lips peck her cheek and she responded with a tighter hug. The glow spread in a blue streak of hurry across his neck.

And just like that, he was gone, leaving only his clothes around her arms. Willow wailed and gripped tightly onto them, tears soon peeking from her eyes.

"No...Wil…please…why did you leave me…?"

She soon found it hard for her to breathe and let out another choking sob. Her only friend since childhood – since life … was gone.

"Why?"

Willow gazed up from the clothes and out into the sky, making out a new, brightly shining star surrounded by darkness. She wiped off her tears with her wrist.

"I love you."

Sorry it sucks. Again, I was pretty brain dead when I wrote it. I hope you enjoyed anyway. cx