A very little one-shot that came to me during English class. Enjoy. IT GAVE ME SO MANY FEELS TO WRITE.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away. I ain't got the imagination for it. It rightfully belongs to the wonderful Hayao Miyazaki.

Come away little loss
Come away to the water
To the ones that are waiting only for you
Come away little loss
Come away to the water
Away from the life that you always knew
We are calling to you
-Come Away to the Water, Maroon 5

The water whooshes by along the rocks, happy and eccentric. A butterfly flutters past my head and lands on a branch of an old tree. It's little wings float up and down, almost in sync with my breathing.

It's been sixty-five years since my visit to the Spirit World. Sixty-five years since I saw my friends. Since I last saw Haku. What would he think of me now? With my wrinkled skin and cold fingers. My shaking shoulders and thinning hair? I was no longer the picture of youth. Haku promised that we would see each other again. Only, after sixty-five years he still hadn't given me any sign that he remembered. Did he truly forget?

I slowly sit on the soft ground, groaning as I descend. I was getting to old for this. The water continues to rush by. Everything lookes the same. Not a thing had changed. In my mind's eye I could see my younger self laughing and splashing around in the cool sparking water. I was so little when I really first met Haku. I could remember when I told him his real name. He was so happy, in turn making myself happy above measure. That was when I was sure that I loved him.

I had lived my life. I got married, had children who blessed me with beautiful grandchildren. I had a steady job and a loving family. I loved them back with all my heart. At times, I could even forget my wonderful adventure. But it was always there, always in the back of my mind.

I began to get drowsy from the warm sunlight. My breathing got heavy and my eyes droop shut.

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I awake to a soft tap on my nose.

The purple butterfly sits there, its wings tickling my cheeks. Soon it takes flight. I watch it flutter away into the bright blue sky. When I look back down, a figure stands above me; a pale hand reaching out. My eyes travel up as my heart starts to beat faster. Tears fill my eyes as I look up into Haku's face. His gray eyes shine with happiness.

"Come on Chihiro. Let's go home," Haku says with a smile, his teeth shining. I nod and stumble to my feet. My legs feel light an springy. It's not hard to move anymore. Together, we float hand in hand above the water. Before I follow him into the white light that led to the place of my dreams, I turn back to the old tree.

An elderly woman sits there, a look of pure happiness on her face. A butterfly also sits on her knobby knee, guarding her. I smile with tears running freely down my face.

I turn back to Haku and together we walk home.