Opening his eyes quickly, (Y/n) darts his eyes around, looking up to see the branches of the trees looming over him. Lifting his head up slightly also revealed that he was being snuggled close by Emily, with her head resting on his chest, making him smile seeing this. The snow was still falling from the sky, yet not as intense as it was yesterday. Moving his hand slightly and gently, (Y/n) takes a hold of Emily to move her a bit aside so that he is able to sit up proper. Yet it all turned to naught when his tuberculosis, like him, woke up, making (Y/n) start coughing, alerting Emily to wake up as well.

Clenching his chest with one hand while the other is placed over his mouth, young (Y/n) tries his best to control it and let the violent coughing run it's course. Emily's eyes fill with sadness as she sits up as well, wrapping her slender arms around (Y/n), comforting and letting him know that she is here for him.

After the coughing settles down, (Y/n) breathes heavily, trying to reclaim his composure and removing his hand he used to cover his cough, noticing the blood stains on it from the coughing, rolling his eyes and shaking his head slightly. 

(Y/n): "This darn tuberculosis... it hurts..."

Emily: "I'm here for you (Y/n), I hope that helps a bit."

(Y/n): "It does... I just... I hope this doesn't last too long... you know, the process."

Emily: "I'm staying with you every step of the way."

Squeezing tightly onto (Y/n), Emily meant every word she spoke, for she had no intention of leaving (Y/n)'s side, until the fate he was unfairly handed was met. As they embraced in the cold snowy morning, (Y/n) decided that if he was to die soon, he would want to do something before he passes.

Something that Emily deserves.

(Y/n): "Emily, I have an idea."

Emily: "Hmm?"

(Y/n): "If I'm to die, I want to die by your side, that much is clear, yet, I have no idea when this TB will claim my life, so until then... I want us to go out into the town, have a grand time, together."

Emily: "I-in the town? Me?"

(Y/n): "Yes."

Emily: "I-I mean I want to... especially with you... but wouldn't your people... not like seeing a dead girl?"

(Y/n): "I didn't think about that..."

His idea seemed lost until he gathered an idea that could prevent any undo worry or concern. The jacket that (Y/n) had on also acted as a cloak when rain was present, for it was a gift from his mother who was tired of him always getting his hair wet. So removing his jacket, not minding the cold, he yanked hard on the collar, pulling out a secret hood that laid underneath the fabric. The hood was well large enough to conceal Emily's facial features to an extent that most could not tell she was a walking talking corpse, and with the jacket being long sleeve, it would also hide her decayed arms. Handing it over to Emily who graciously accepted the jacket, it was clearly oversized for her since her frame was so petite.

(Y/n): "There we go, you should be good now."

Emily: "I do hope this will work, but.... oh forget about the worry, let's go out!"

Hooking her arm around his, they set out of the town, eager and ready to spend the day together. Silently to himself, (Y/n) truly did hope that this disguise would work otherwise who knows how the town would react to such a scene of a dead girl alive.

During his slumber and night spent in the forest with Emily, (Y/n) walks into his town with Emily by his side to see how the snow has settled all over the buildings and streets, making it coated white. It was absolutely beautiful, winter was always (Y/n)'s favorite season, and it will soon be his final one. The first thing that caught Emily's eye was a bakery that she loved to visit when she was younger and alive. Yanking on (Y/n)'s shirt to divert his attention towards the bakery, Emily excitedly hops a bit up and down.

Emily: "Oh this bakery is still open!? We must visit there first (Y/n)!"

(Y/n): "The Ol' Jolly Good Bakery?"

Emily: "I used to come here so much when I was a little girl, every Friday my mother would take me here and the baked goods were so delightful. I must have one."

(Y/n): "Sure, let's go."

Together they enter the bakery, the bell ringing when entering the door, making the workers that were behind the counter turn their heads to see both (Y/n) and Emily step in. 

Baker: "Ah! Welcome welcome, how may we serve you?"

Emily was about to speak but (Y/n) reassured her with a lift of his hand that it was best that he did all the talking when venturing around town. Emily nodded and kept silent.

(Y/n): "Hello, we're just browsing, but looking at all of these find goods, no doubt we'll buy in bulk."

Baker: "Excellent, do take your time and any questions about our goods, ask away!"

Emily right away softly rushes over to the end of one of the displays to find a large cookie. She points at it and places her skeletal hand upon (Y/n)'s chest, whispering to him that she wants that one.

(Y/n): "This one?"

Emily: "Yes, they still have it I cannot believe! Please."

(Y/n): "Alright, hey excuse me."

Baker: "Yes sir! Made a decision?"

(Y/n): "Sure have, we'll take four of these cookies."

Baker: "Oh these! They are made fresh daily by my mother! She loves making them. It's her special recipe anyway."

Emily: "Miss Hartfield? She still works here?"

(Y/n): "Emily..."

Emily completely forgot she was to keep her voice down and let (Y/n) do all the talking, but hearing that perhaps Miss Hartfield was still baking here filled her with excitement and joy.

Baker: "Yes! She is in the back right now! Would you like me to get her?"

(Y/n): "That's fine of you but we wouldn't want to intrude her so we'll just gather these and be on our way..."

Baker: "Oh no! Don't fret, I'll be back, she loves callers!"

(Y/n): "No it's..."

It was no use, for the baker had already stepped into the back room, and didn't complete the transaction for the cookies they wanted yet, so they were stuck here if they wanted the cookies Emily wanted. (Y/n) turns his head towards Emily, seeing her face faintly from the hood she wore. Emily felt guilty and bad that she already is almost jeopardizing this whole concealment of her mortal status. 

Emily: "I'm sorry (Y/n)..."

(Y/n): "It's, I just hope it won't cause any undue attention to you is all. It's okay. Though do you really know this Miss Hartfield?"

Emily: "Yes! She used to-"

Baker: "Hello there! Here she is! My loving mother and the owner of this fine bakery, Penelope Hartfield."

And there stepping out of the door was a small and little old lady, looking to be in her early seventies, using a cane to get around. One thing that was abundantly clear was that she had a constant smile on her face, and it showed that she loved this business. Walking slowly and with a limp over to (Y/n) and Emily, she adjusts her glasses that she had on, trying to get a better view of the two. Her apron that she wore was covered in dough stains and the like, making her appear even more adorable to look at to both (Y/n) and Emily.

Miss Hartfield: "Y-yes? I hear that you two know me?"

(Y/n): "Well... my sweetheart here does, she used to enjoy your cookies that we were just about to purchase."

Emily would blush if she could after hearing (Y/n) call her his sweetheart, but instead she just nodded.

Miss Hartfield: "Oh these cookies? I used to make them all the time but no one would ever get them. That all changed though... when a wealthy woman came in with her daughter... and the daughter went straight for the cookies here, and loved them instantly. Ever since then, she would come every week and enjoy my cookies."

Baker: "I remember her too, Though I was mostly in the back, she was always so happy when she ate your cookies mom!"

(Y/n): "That sounds... very nice. What was her name?"

Miss Hartfield: "Emily. Sweet little Emily."

His eyes opening wide, he turns to Emily who gives a little smile and nods at hearing her name. Emily did mention that she would frequent this establishment weekly, and now hearing this little lady speak about Emily made (Y/n) understand now why she brought up Miss Hartfield.

Miss Hartfield: "I basically watched her grow up. Even in her teens she would come here, and order the same cookies. Every time. But... she... oh when she passed, it tore my heart to pieces. She was so young, so innocent."

Emily kept her head down, for hearing Miss Hartfield talk about how much her death devastated her made her sad inside. (Y/n) noticed this and too felt his heartstrings tug. 

Miss Hartfield: "Ever since her passing, I still bake these cookies and still not many buy them... but I hope that one day I'll get a young girl like Emily again, a young girl who will enjoy these cookies of mine every time they come in..."

Emily wanted to speak out, letting Miss Hartfield know that she was right in front of her, but alas, her cover would be blown if this happened. Truly, (Y/n) also wanted Emily to let this sweet old lady know that she was in good hands now, but keeping silent was ultimately the best option.

Miss Hartfield: "Now... I do hope you enjoy them like that sweet little girl Emily did. Please come back again!"

With that, she began walking to the back again, the smile still on her face as she limped her way back. Emily whispered under her breath as she walk away.

Emily: "I will enjoy them... like always..."

After that, the baker finally charged (Y/n) and Emily, putting the cookies in a bag and handing it over to them. Saying thank you to the baker, (Y/n) wraps one arm around Emily's shoulder, taking a seat at the nearest table in the bakery. 

Emily was eager to try the cookies once more, for it has been so long since she had one. Though worry and doubt did fill her mind, would her sense of taste and enjoyment of food be different since she is now dead? Taking hold of one of the cookies from the bag, she held it firmly between her two hands, the cookie feeling soft and large against her small slender fingers. Raising it up towards her mouth, she hoped that she was still able to enjoy it's sweetness from before when she was alive. Taking a small bite, her eyes open widely, for she could still taste the love that went into these cookies. Wanting to cry, but her dead status didn't allow it, Emily took another bite, and then another. She felt like a little girl again, imagining that (Y/n) in front of her was her mother, spending another Friday again together and enjoying her favorite cookie. Taking one final bite, she finished the whole cookie rather quickly, making (Y/n) surprised since he was still on the first one, half way done.

Emily: "I.... please, let me do something."

(Y/n) was unsure what she meant but he felt like Emily was being serious when speaking this. Emily stood up and headed to the counter, asking the baker for a pencil and a piece of spare paper. The baker handed her the tools and Emily stepped back to the table with (Y/n). Using her skeletal hand, she begun writing on the scrap of paper. (Y/n) couldn't make out what it said but he had a pretty good idea as to what it may have entailed. 

After finishing their cookies, (Y/n) and Emily stood up and thanked the baker and Miss Hartfield before Emily secretly gave the baker the piece of paper, telling them to hand it to their mother, Miss Hartfield, when they can. The baker nodded and after giving one final wave to the couple, watching them exit the bakery, the bell ringing as they exit the door, they deliver the paper to their mother, who was sitting in the back, a bit depressed after reminiscing about young Emily. 

Baker: "Mom, that lovely couple left a note for you."

Miss Hartfield: "Hm? Oh, sorry I was..."

Baker: "Thinking about her again?"

Miss Hartfield: "Indeed, I always hate having to bring her up, but at the same time it always makes me remember the good times... now you had something for me?"

Baker: "Yes! The young lady gave me a note to give to you."

Handing over the note to their mom, she graciously accepts it and opens it gently, for it was folded a few times to hide the message within.

Adjusting her small glasses again to see what it said, she begun to read it and as she read it, her mouth opened in awe, using her hand to cover her shock and dis-belief. Tears began to form in her eyes as she finished reading, holding the note close to her chest.

On the note read...

Thank you for the years of this amazing cookie Miss Hartfield

-Love your favorite weekly visitor