How could she? Even her terrible past didn't really justify that prank. She doesn't know the feeling of drowning in darkness to save the one you love, she doesn't know the pain of the phrase: 'what if'. What if. What a powerful pair of words. When you think about it, 'what if' means not knowing, and not knowing is fear.

She's made a mistake that day, 2 mistakes, actually. She didn't understand and I desperately wanted her to. I wanted her to know why I was doing some things, or why I've done some things. But she looked and listened, but didn't see and hear. She was trying, I'll give her that, but she didn't try enough. Her colors were burned into my eyes, just like I wished mine were into hers. I wished she could see why I 'spied' on her for so long and didn't say a thing. I was scared, I still am.

But this time it's not the fear of walking up to her and saying 'hi', this time… this time it was the fear of finding the wrong one, of finding the wrong 'Alice'.

"Good morning, again." Her lazy voice greeted. When she heard my voice and saw my smile she seemed confused, but then she smiled back and sat up on the tree branch. But I have noticed something, was that an honest smile on her face, or was she faking her cheery mood?

"Hey!" I said, a little jumpy. "Where do you wanna go today?"

"Well," she said brushing her hair with her fingers and pulling it up into a messy bun. "I didn't expect you to come here every day…"

"Oh." I said a bit disappointed. I could feel the muscles of my face relax. The fading of my smile was followed by her worried expression. "It's okay. I just though…"

"Hey, um" the corners of her eyes started to wrinkle, pulling her smeared make-up and freckles with it. Her smile seemed to apologize. "I never said I didn't want to hang out with you, I just don't feel like going anywhere."

"Then we're going to stay here!" I said raising a fist into the air in triumph. That made her laugh and sent a warm feeling into my stomach, twisting it, then crunching it together and finally releasing it and making it so weird, nothing like I've ever felt. I was so cold, always chilly never warm, but this was different, she was different.

"I didn't say that either."

"And I didn't say I was going to leave."

"Just- Please don't annoy me…"

"Oh, I'm in a really annoying mood, so teasing is inevitable."

"Okay. But this day is going my way." She ordered flying off the tree. "Let's go eat!"

"I don't need food. I had some 2 weeks ago." I explained. We immortals don't need food or water for about 3 weeks.

"Well, I haven't eaten anything for 20-something days and I'm hungry." Walking over to a hot dog stand she motioned for me to come over.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna steal?" I asked catching up to her.

"What? No!" Her eyes went wide from the thought of stealing. "Did you really assume I'd do that? Do you think I am a thief."

Yeah, you stole my soul and sanity. You're a criminal.

"No! Of course not!"

"Good." She nodded and then flew over the seller's head and took a finished hotdog with ketchup and mustard from his hand. Then when the vendor was confused she left a few dollars on the counter.

"See?" She asked taking a bite from the hotdog. Her hair was a different color today, it turned a sicker blond and her skin seemed paler, thinner. She started to cough after she finished her meal.

"A-are you okay?" I asked and felt snowflakes on my shoulders, I was worried.
"Yeah." I didn't see her like this the past 2 years. "I'm just getting a bit sick, because I'm directly beside winter."

"Oh my god!" I said stopping her. We were walking through the park as little kids raced past and as dogs and smug expressions went by. Just then I had I realised that her breaths were followed by white clouds of smoke, it got colder. "I'm gonna leave."

"No. I'm fine, just a little drowsy." She yawned at my worries, getting deeper into winter, falling like her leaves.

"No, you're not. I need to get away from you."

"Do you think you're dangerous?"

"To you."

"NO!" She shouted and the white snowflakes met with rust-colored leaves. Her hair started falling out of her bun and down her shoulders as she shook her head. "Stay!" she looked deep into my eyes, begging me to stay for a little while. Not like earlier this morning, wishing to have a day to herself, this time she didn't want another season spent alone.

"Please."

"I-" How could I say no to her? "I'm sorry."

"No…"

"It's for your own good."

"You sound just like all of the parents do." She practically cried. "Where has your fun gone?"

Now that made me angry, but I just got close to her, keeping my rage at bay.

"Fun isn't fun if it's gonna kill you."

"I'm not going to die, Jack. I might fade a little, but I will not disappear."

"Has this happened before?"

"No-"

"Then I'm not taking the chance."

"But-"

"Goodbye." I left her there, not looking back. As a friend of mine used to say:

I hate saying goodbye.

"Why?"

Goodbye means going away.

"And you're gonna miss the person?"

And leaving means forgetting.

So? Did you enjoy this chapter? Excuse me for the spelling mistakes in the previous chapters ( I didn't have time to edit them ) and for the mistakes i this one if i have missed some.Okay! I am sorry, but I'll be traveling for the next few weeks and I won't be able to write as much ( like I've been writing much these days pffft ). Hope you understand! Every time I have some free time I'll try to upload new chapters. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR!