Three Months

Waterfalls

Days and weeks continued to pass. Dimentio was hesitant about going outside, but Luigi was somehow able to still get him out every once in a while. Most days they wouldn't talk much, other days it would be completely random topics. 

However, it was these random topics that Dimentio enjoyed talking about most. The meaningless words were the ones that somehow felt the most meaningful.

Despite Dimentio and Mario's advice, Luigi had still yet to ask Daisy out, saying that it just didn't feel right yet. He'd always say, "maybe later." 

Whenever the man in green had said that Dimentio couldn't help but be jealous over the fact that Luigi had a "later" to wait for. 

He wasn't sure what to do about the whole dying situation. He wasn't any closer to finding a solution. Some days he even found himself thinking that there wasn't one. He had snuck into the library with Luigi one night and got as many books as he could on the magic of the gods, but everything he had read had gotten him nowhere.

Sometimes, he would tell himself to accept the fact that there were no solutions. Queen Jaydes' word was word. He was sick and dying. Sometimes he could feel it in his stomach. On those days he would have less hope. However, on other days he would feel fine. Actually, there were days when he felt great and healthier than ever. On those days he would have hope, telling himself that miracles could happen. Maybe he could still find a way. There was still time.

Time moved too quickly though. He would keep wasting time telling himself he had time. He hated even thinking about the ticking timer he had because whenever he did he would get that feeling of panic, and he didn't want to waste any time being panicked.

"Hey, Dimentio," Luigi said that day around 6:30. It was after he had finished cleaning, but the sun was still out due to it being summer.

Dimentio didn't verbally reply, but instead looked up from his book on Jaydes and her magic, pausing his search for a solution to hear out whatever the man in green had to say. Luigi then grabbed his arm as he usually did, (a tight enough grip to make sure Dimentio couldn't escape, but not quite tight enough to actually hurt him,) and pulled him outside. "We're doing something special today."

That was slightly off-putting. Dimentio had assumed that every other place was special, so what made this one so different?

Luigi headed west, in a similar direction as the meadow, but not following the exact same path. He walked slower this time as if he was taking more time to notice his surroundings. The summer heat was increasing as the later months began to come. The trees seemed ever so slightly less vibrant than they were when Dimentio had first arrived, but they were still bright green and full of life. The flowers were also different. Some had already died because their time had come. Their season was over. However, others were just starting to bloom. A variety of red and yellow flowers were what Dimentio mainly saw on this walk.

"The flowers are different," Dimentio noted.

"Yep! That's what happens as time goes on," Luigi lightly laughed as if it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing. The fact that the flowers were changing showed that Dimentio was running out of time. He wished he could just freeze everything. He wished he could see the flowers from before. It almost hurt knowing he'd probably never see them again.

Luigi didn't take him out of the shade of the trees and into a meadow or anything this time. Instead, he trekked deeper into the woods until he found that shallow creek that Dimentio first arrived in when he came back into this world. Dimentio shivered slightly, seeing as the location looked nearly the same, but also slightly different. He didn't like how the plants surrounding the area had changed ever so slightly.