The light was unbearable. When he finally gathered the strength to stand up, he fell on his ass due to an unknown weight on Jim back. So he turned around to see dark auburn, feathered wings on his back. Jesus Christ.
Roderich looked up to see a red aura and a figure walking towards. If it weren't for himself, this place looks like a dungeon for psychological torture, nothing but plain white emptiness.
Gilbert.
"You know, I've been watching over you." He said with a sincere smirk-ish smile. Damn. This was awkward.
"I just wanted to thank you for cleaning my grave and reading my letter." Gilbert whispered.
"Oh right, the letter. You probably heard what I said, then"
"Yeah." Gilbert answered. In one swift movement, Roderich grabbed a fistful of the collar of Gilbert's shirt and pulled him into a the worlds most perfect kiss. After about a minute, Gilbert broke away to say four simple words: "The feeling is mutual." And with a smile he continued.
THE END
[Are you happy yet? :C
You know who you are.]
