He dared not move a muscle as he stared at the creator perched atop his pen. It twitched it long wings and turned, staring at him and his breath caught. He knew those eyes. He knew those eyes so well.

The dragonfly disconnected from his pen, hovering for a moment before rapidly going back and forth, bright purple wings nothing but a blur before flying forwards and landing atop his nose.

Nothing could stop him from smiling as he stared at it, resting his head back under the great willow by the large coy pond. Slowly, he closed his eyes, feeling far more content then he had in close to a mouth.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me so easily." He told the dragonfly. "You promised that even in death you'd find me."