Skipping Through the Lilies

We were in a field, and I was smiling widely as the grass and flowers tickled my bare feet. I looked back, and saw that James was simply leaning against the tree, clearly uninterested in the nature surrounding us. I gave a childlike pout, and ran up to him, tugging at his arm.
"Come oooooooon James. The field is so pretty! Why won't you go into the field with me? There's lilies, too!"
"I don't want to, and you can't make me."
I pouted again, trying to get him to walk into the field, but he refused, gripping the tree with his hands, sweat breaking out on his face as I pulled with everything I had before I gave up, and sat down next to him, the smell of lavender and smoke permeating my nose.
"You, mister, are no fun." I whined, running my hand over the grass, upset that James didn't want to go into the grass.
"Sorry, Jezebel, but you know that I can't move from here. This is where I belong."
"But it's not faaaair!" I wailed, "Look at all those lilies, and roses, and daisies! We can't do anything anymore."
"I am sorry my dear, but you know the rules." James said, his eyes unmoving.
I sighed, wishing he could go to the flowers with me, but alas, he was bonded to the tree, all because of his wicked mother. She never wanted him to be with me, but she can't stop us, no matter what she does.
"Maybe one day you can frolic with me in the fields again." I said sadly, and he looked at me with a small smile, his eyes white and his face disfigured from being buried for so long.
Category:Ghosts
Category:Nature
Category:Weird
Category:Micropasta