He found her standing alone on a pinnacle of sadness.
There was no breeze.
Her blue dress hung down in straight lines. Her white stockings had seen better days. Her white pinafore was gone to points unknown.
She had chopped her blonde hair to shoulder length, but the ends were uneven as if they couldn’t remember the right way to grow out again.
He cleared his throat.
He removed his hat and cleared his throat again. “I’m here.”
“I know.” Her voice was no longer that of a child. It was sad and worn out.
“Will you come back with me?”
She didn’t respond.
“Alice.” He tightened his grip on his top hat’s brim. “Alice, will you come back with me?”
“I can’t. My heart is no longer intrigued by oddities and bizarre things. My heart has aged and grown weary.”
“Then, come with me. Find your inner joy again.”
She shook her head. “It isn’t possible.”
“Alice. Alice, please. Please come back with me.”
She sighed heavily.
“Please. Just this one time.”
She turned her head to the side.
“One last time.”
She turned to face him. Scars marred her face.
That face that he had known long ago.
“Now you see it. Now you see why I can’t go back there.”
He smiled lovingly. “Do you really think anyone there will care that your face is scarred? Don’t forget where there is. Will you come with me, Alice?” He offered her his hand. “Will you come back with me to Wonderland?”
She silently thought it over.
“Please.” He kept his hand extended. “Come with me.”
She left her pinnacle of sadness and took his hand. “One last time.”
He smiled, revealing the slight gap in between his front teeth. “One last time.”