He was walking. His mind reeling. Words echoing. Nothing made sense.

"I'm not your ghost anymore, Sara. You lost the love I loved the most." Wirt replied to the begging Sara on his way home.

"Who do you think you are? Not even giving Sara a second chance.." He muttered to himself. That's when he noticed the shadow following him. His pace quickened, this was strange.

Shadows don't usually follow 15 year old Wirt Anderson.

Wirt covered his ears, whispering "No, no, no".

He didn't want to relive it. He didn't want to hear that Beast's words. He wanted to drown. He wanted perfect darkness. His legs switched paths without his permission.

The lake.

Perfect place.

"I tried so hard to understand, but I can't!"