Hurriedly, she ran towards the willow tree. The air was still, save for the minute breezes that occasionally waltzed by. The grass bent beneath her delicate white slippers. Her silver hair danced about upon her shoulders as her skirt flailed against her legs.

A lark's distant cry, broke the stillness.

"You're back..." She breathed.

Time... bringer of joy, bringer of sorrow.

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There are times when I really wish I that I cannot dream. Or at least, to forget them as quickly as I have them.
It was that stupid dream again... only this time I had to watch you die. I suppose... this doesn't mean anything much, but it still instills a deep sense of fear into me. I do not know why. I really shouldn't allow this to bother me, but I can't. Ever since that day... I can't stop thinking about it... what could have happened? What I should or should not have done... But, ultimately the fault was mine. It was always mine. So, perchance, this is why these dreams came to be. This guilt.

I can protect you from everything and anything... all except for death. Truly, I wish I could protect you from even the hands of death.  If not so, then... I wish to return Home before you, so that I may be spared of that pain. So, that I may welcome you instead. But, alas, I am just being selfish.