The cold heart (a creepypasta fanfic)

Epilogue

2 years later

"Where's John?" Jane walked over to Jeff.

"He's at the back" Jeff said

As soon as he said that, Jane quickly realized what day it was today.
Today was Natasha's death anniversary. Jane

Jeff went to his room as soon as Jane left, the entire mansion is eerily quiet during this time of the year. No one dared to talk about the incident, especially if John's around.

In Jeff's room lays a picture of Natasha and Jeff.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you" Jeff said as tears fall down from his eyes.

Jeff had moved on and had a new girlfriend. But he still couldn't fully let go of Natasha.

A boy was sitting in front of a tombstone at the back of the mansion. A bouquet of flowers rests in front.

"Hi, sis. Sorry I was late, I was supposed to be here yesterday but the spree meeting was delayed" John said.

John shook his head to prevent tears from falling.

"I miss you, I miss you so much" He said with sadness aching at his heart.

After some time, he stood up and left.

'John'

John stopped and looked behind him. He found no one.

'I missed you too'

John's heart sped up. The voice communicating to him is his sister, without a doubt. He shook his head once more and thought he was only imagining things.

*snap*

"John?" A girl's voice rang in the woods.

John froze to a stop. He turned around again. His face turned pale, his eyes couldn't close from the shock.

He was face to face with none other than his sister herself.

"John!" She engulfed him in a hug.

John couldn't move, either from happiness or from shock.
Nevertheless, he was kind of confused as to why Natasha was still here.

Not that he doesn't want her back but shouldn't dead people necessarily be dead?

"You're alive!" John has tears flowing down.
"But why?!"

"I know you're confused so please don't freak out and let me explain" Natasha said with a smile.

"So here's what happened, I was dead right?" John nodded, still hasn't recovered from the shock.

"My soul went to hell because of murder and so on. There Lucifer made me drink this water that makes me forget you all and made me his bride" Natasha explained while doing hand gestures.

A mannerism if you may call it. John just kept on listening, not uttering a single word.

"Yeah so death gave me a osculum.......what's the word?*mutters under breath* Quid est iterum contra Latina? A freaking osculum. A-A freaking Kiss!....s#!t" Natasha struggled with the words.
John looked at her weirdly.

"Sorry, Lucifer kept on speaking in Latin and I was forced to study Latin too. It's so much harder than Spanish lesson, believe me"

"Back to the story, Death's kiss can bring one's memories back. I was flabbergastered at first then death, the kind woman she is, led me outside hell and-"

"Wait, Death's a girl? You kissed her?" John intervened.

Natasha's face turned red in embarrassment.