Even though the weatherman had said it was going to be sunny, the sky was a cloudy gray. It was mostly my fault for making the air cooler, but nobody had to know.
Instead of flying up the mountain, I hiked it like a normal person. It gave me time to concentrate on my life, to wonder what would await me in the future.
I could feel loads of blisters on my foot, but I didn't care. It started raining, and I tried my best to make it sunny again.
It didn't work. I hoped it wouldn't cost the weatherman his job.
Finally, I reached the meadow. The blossoms were still bright, just like they were two years ago, where I had first seen it.
I took more steps out into the open. His flaming hair was clear in my mind, as if it was actually in front of me.
I wasn't imagining. Roy sat just a few feet in front of me, alone. I couldn't help but imagine Cheshire sitting next to him, with Lian in her lap.
I turned on my heels and walked back the way I came, when that angelic voice called my name.
"Jeannette?"
I stopped for a moment, wondering if I should engage in conversation.
Just keep walking, Jenny, he can't stop you.
I started walking again, but he took my hand.
"We need to talk."
I glared at him, looking away from his green eyes. "A little too late, don't you think?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I knew I should've told you, but I knew you would be heartbroken."
"I would've listened, Roy. How old is she now? Four?"
"That doesn't matter," he said quickly. "Now, that you've brought Lian up again, I can't stay away from Cheshire. For two years, I've been able to stay away from her, and--"
"And now you can't live without her," I finished.
"I'm sorry, Jenny," he whispered.
I crossed my arms and looked away. "Two years ago, you were the reason why the Dragon Spirit let me live. And now you're the reason why I want to die."
"I didn't want it to end this way," he said.
I sighed, and pulled the promise ring off my finger. I couldn't believe I kept it all this time.
"Here," I dropped it in his hand.
"Your promise ring? You don't need to give it back..."
"Well, you promised forever, but now I know that won't happen."
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
"Sorry won't cut it," I snapped. I looked him in the eyes, even though it hurt me. "You and I were going to have a perfect future," I looked down. "And suddenly I become apart of your past."
I walked across the flowers, wondering if they were wilting. "Goodbye, Roy," I said loud enough so he could hear. I crouched on the ground, and lunged into the air, flying away from the dreaded meadow.
"Jenny, wait!" he called.

But as much I wanted to, I didn't look back.