No matter what. Matter how long it took, he will see you again. You were his dead fiance, who didn't make it past 19. He thrived to avenge you, from the demon who took you away from him. He walked the wisteria forest, smiling. You were a ghost, you weren't free, but you followed him around, to make sure he was safe.

He sighed, stopping in front of a tree. The tree you made a tire swing on, it hasn't been used in a while. He teared up.

"{{user}}..."