There stood the man that I had thought was dead and never returning to the world. In one hand he limply held his red helmet, in the other, a simple pink carnation. "A carnation for my lovely Birdie," the man hummed. His voice as smooth as honey, but deep and chilling. Tears started to well up, too long have I been waiting to see him again. Without thinking, I simply ran into his warmth. Hoping, praying that this will last forever... -- I don't own any characters, just the story. Thank you, enjoy!