The kiss did hardly do anything, well she wasn't dead anymore but she definitely wasn't her normal self. She just brushed him away and wandered off again. Still at loss of what to do he just stood waiting for her return. She did not return quickly like he had hoped. While debating in himself whether he should search for her a piercing cry ripped through the night. He knew that voice, that cry of utter agony. He suspected that he, her mom or love in general was the sorce of that cry.
AN: I hope I wasn't to vague by not giving any names but then again I said in the description who this fic would be about
