With realization flooding in, with Jack standing and watching eerily from behind, and in the utter hopelessness of the moment, she kissed him. She kissed his lifeless lips, with no romance or affection closing the space between them, only desperation. She felt blood's metallic taste enter her mouth, cruel in reminding her that he was gone, ripped away from her reach by the same hands who killed him; her own.
She registered in some part of her mind that this was her first kiss, and what a strange thing that it was with the dead body of a dear friend. He would've loved the irony in that.
And, so, with anxiety plucking at her heartstrings and dread leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, she pulled away. He was alive now, but not here. He was up there, in Derse, waking up with his best shooting his body full of bullets in a futile attempt to kill the beast who would be responsible for this mess, as his last memory. Oh, he was alive now, but all she could see was his soulless body, wild, messy hair, lips parted, his skin pale against the colour of the once white snow, now tainted with the scarlet of his blood, his cherry red eyes rolled back into his head and full of bullet wounds all over, tattooing his body with holes.
So, with her lips trailing a final kiss, a silent 'see you soon', she got up with a final look at his still form, and walked away, leaving him behind in the once white snow in the wintery wonderland she had once welcome him to, dimly aware of blood-his blood-soaking her clothes in crimson.