Written By my friend, AteIsa

A/N: Just a oneshot after listening to Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story on repeat for a while..

The flowers smelled so much better today than they did yesterday.

Eliza, who was strolling the garden behind her orphanage, bent down and cupped her hands around a rose, carassing its velvety softness. She brought it up to her face, inhaling its sweet pollen with peaceful pleasure.

Then she felt something tap her shoulder. She turned around to see a small boy looking down at his feet shyly while holding something behind his back. He smiled at her, a gap in his teeth standing out from the white, then held out a small flower.

Eliza broke into a pleased grin, delighted, and took the little wildflower and smelled it. It was so, so much sweeter than the rose she had just encountered mere moments ago. Why, it smelt even better than any flower she had ever smelt in her whole life! She smiled at the boy again and ruffled his hair.

He giggled. Then, by the reflection of the sun, she noticed some tears in his eyes. She was about to ask him if he was okay, when he suddenly launched himself into her arms. She stumbled backwards slightly from the force of it, but immediately recovered and embraced him back.

The boy buried his small, auburn haired head into her stomach. Then, almost too quiet for Eliza to hear, he whispered, "Thank you."

Eliza blinked with surprise, but smiled and replied, "You're welcome."

The boy pulled away, smiling toothily with tears running down his cheeks. He kissed her on the cheek quickly, then ran away.

She watched him go silently, smiling.

Eliza often wondered what happened to that young, sweet boy. Especially when she never saw him again.

Oh, she looked for him. But it was like he had completely dissappeared with the wind, as silent and mysterious as the unidentifiable sounds that was often swept along with it.

But, maybe; just maybe, if Eliza had thought to look for him before leaving that spot, she would have seen this:

Just minutes after the boy ran away—after Eliza had left the garden—the boy appeared again, peering at her from behind a tree. He watched her go with a small, satisfied smile on his face, then whispered, "It was good to see you again, my love. I'll see you on the other side."

And he disappeared.