"Why won't you let me rest, Morenita*? Why did you bring me back?" He asks, still standing half in shadow. She moves towards him, towards that familiar scent of tobacco, heavy incense and musk that she's always associated with him. How she's missed that smell. Even now, with his clothes still slowly trickling dirt from his time spent sleeping 6 feet under, the eerie green shadows around his eyes and mouth and the faint underlying scent of decay, she still can't resist going towards him.

His arms open immediately and encircle her like home. He waits before pressing them to her back, before kissing the top of her curling hair. "Why the hell did you start shooting up? Do you know what seeing you in that casket did to me?" She asks, her voice muffled from being pressed against his chest. She's trying not to remember anything of that last day, when they put him under and sealed everything she loved best in the world away from the light with nine inch nails. Trying not to think of bringing him back, of the massive effort it took, of the pain. 10 years off her own life.

"I love you. I still do. And I'll never fucking stop." Witch Girl holds up her hand, so he can see the silver, diamond and obsidian ring on her left ring finger, the surface shiny as a mirror. Her engagement band. Corpse Boy's face when he sees it is cut like a mask. Without even a word he moves his hands to her face and kisses her roughly, aggressively, the way he always used to do in life. "In the Grey Lands, I wondered if you were wearing that." He says when he breaks the kiss. "Or if you would take it off and find someone else the day after they buried me. Take it off and find someone not as fucked up as I was."

*Morenita-Spanish, meaning 'dark skinned girl'