I actually had this chapter started, but then it got erased, I got pissed, and then I found myself unable to finish. Sorry this took so long!

"They're locked in an eternal dance
Their meeting is far more than chance."

"Wake up... wake up, my love."

The girl opened her eyes, her vision foggy and clouded. Sleep had it's hold on her. She felt like she had been sleeping for weeks... maybe months. She sat up slowly, rubbing her head. "M-my name... I d-don't know my name..." Her voice was a mere mumble as she blinked, still half asleep.

"Love?" The girl looked to the boy, recognition dawning in her eyes, even though his figure is still blurry. Was there something wrong with her eyes? She blinked, as if she could will the blurriness away by sheer force of will.

"My dear... what's happened to me?" She held her hands in front of her face, as if this will give her the answer. She was shocked when she saw her hands. The skin on them was rotting, grotesque. She drew in a gasp, stumbling to her feet. The boy put his arms around her waist, steadying her as her legs threatened to buckle. Are those rotting, too? The thought sent panic through her mind, but also a memory: a memory of lying sick, in bed, unable to move. Just like that, she remembered. "I... died! I died months ago!"

The boy nodded, sadly. "I brought you back." She looked at his blurry form in shock. If she were able to see herself, she would have realized that her eyes were as rotten as the rest of her.

"You what?"

The boy looked at her with the utter calmness of someone who has gone absolutely mad. "I couldn't live without you, my dear. So I went to the pink-haired woman-Luka, her name is- and she told me how to get you back." He pet her hair, not minding when blonde strands detached themselves from the corpse's rotting skull and clung to his hand. "I dug you up, and said the spell, and you woke up. You woke up, love." His tone was wondering as he embraced her.

"You're mad... absolutely, positively mad... and I love you for it." She turned and pressed her lips to his. Their kiss was filled with passion. Sour, dead air invaded his lungs as her non-breath entered his lungs, but he didn't mind it. Her taste was rotten, but he loved it, because she was the one he loved. They are finally together again.

When he was finally forced to pull away for air, he held her close, whispering in her ear. "My love... I've waited so long for this... I've missed you so, so much."

The girl smiled at him, disclosing a set of rotten, bug-filled teeth. He didn't feel any revulsion, any regret, even when he felt a bug squirm out of his own mouth and crawl down his cheek. He supposed that proved he was crazy, but all he knew for sure was that he wanted to kiss her again, despite the rotting and bugs. Maybe that made him crazy... but it also could have been the force of his love. He scooped her up, into his arms bridal style. She died before they were able to be married. As he carried her over the threshold, into his (now their) bedroom, he felt as if some great act had finally be completed.

It was not the first "great act" of that night.

As he slept, she lay against his chest. She didn't sleep, but she rested. His arms sat around her waist loosely as he breathed in and out. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek. It made her wish that her own heart beat, so that she could synchronize it with his.

The next few weeks were some of the best of his life. He felt complete with her back, as if the part of him that died when she did also came back to life, slightly rotten with madness instead of age. He never leaves his home, instead staying with her for every waking moment. They live together and they love together, but mostly they dance together. She always loved to dance, and death didn't change that.

"Let's dance outside tonight." She said, petting his hair. Three weeks had passed since she had come back, and she was worried. She could feel herself dying again. When he slept, she felt her muscles tense and refuse to move. Once, she couldn't move anything below her waist for an hour, as if that part of her body had died. She felt like the end was coming for her again, and soon. She couldn't cheat death forever.

"But... people may see you..." The boy might have been crazy, but he didn't want her to be found. He knew what would happen to him, to her, and even to Luka. So many people would suffer because of it.

"We could go in the woods. No one would see us. Please..." She took a deep, shaky breath that she didn't need. The breathing was more out of habit than anything. "I want to see what it's like outside again." Before I die again hung in the air, unsaid and unwanted.

The boy took her hand and kissed it. "If it's what you want, that's what we'll do."

Minutes later, the two were walking along a dark path, with only the moonlight to guide them. Leaves crunched under their feet. Both were dressed in black, as if in mourning for the tragedy that hadn't happened yet. She stumbled as her legs betrayed her, and he held her up. He looked at her with concern, but she only kissed his lips softly in reply.

Eventually, they came to a clearing. He put his hand on her waist, and she put her hand on his shoulder. Their other hands entwined with each other, and they started a waltz. There was no music, but they did not need it. They danced in tune to the rustling leaves, and the chirping crickets. Thier dance started out slow, but soon it quickened in pace. They danced and twirled and twirled and danced, locked in a passionate embrace that felt like it would never end. She pressed her body close to his, but their feet never tripped up once. The dance was graceful, haunting. They went faster... faster... faster...

And then her leg flew off with a sickening snap that sounded like a tree branch falling.

She screamed, even though there was no pain. The scream came partly from shock, and partly from the feeling of loss. Tears sprung to her eyes as she realized that this was finally it. Had she cried the first time she died? She couldn't remember. The memories of her first death were fuzzy and indistinct, blurred by the sickness.

"No!" The boy tried to support her, but fell to his knees as he stared at the gaping, rotten hole where her leg once was. She laid with him, more or less in his lap. She tried to hold the tears back, to make him feel better, but she just wasn't able. She didn't want to go back to that dark place alone.

"D-Don't... don't c-cry..." She reached up with a shaking hand when she realized that tears were coursing down his cheeks as well.

"Love... I can't live without you." His voice broke on the last word, and she placed a rotting hand on his cheek. Her pinky finger hit the side of his skull at an angle and was snapped off. His tears trickled over her fingers, into the lap of her lacy dress.

"D-don't worry..." She sighed, realizing that she had lost all feeling below her waist, and the numbness of death was slowly creeping up her. The loneliness was awful! What she would give to take him with her...

As if answering her, he pulled a silver knife out of his pocket. The moonlight glinted off of the blade. "I won't... because I won't have to live without you." So he had noticed her rotting, as well. He must have anticipated this, on some level.

"N-no! T-this is... t-this is my own..." She didn't know how to finish that statement. She should have never thought that she wanted him with her! He deserved to live, even without her. What she had thought was a sin.

"I've made up my mind. Don't try to stop me." Even as he spoke, she tried to hit the knife out of his hands. Her fingers wrapped around the handle for a moment, but then dropped off lifelessly. Death was spreading fast. "Not much longer now." His voice was calm as he pet her hair with his free hand.

"P-Please..." Death was clogging her throat and covering her eyes. She saw him smile, and despite everything, she was happy. That was the best thing to see before death took over. "I love you." With that final, weak gasp of air, his love died in his arms for the second time.

He sat there for a long while, petting her hair and staring into space. His eyes were blank. Not a single shred of sanity remained. Without his love with him, he was a hollow shell. He looked at the corpse in his arms, at the dried tears on her rotten cheeks, and he smiled.

"I'm coming for you, love. I hope you waited for me." Tears were streaming down his own cheeks now, but he didn't notice them. He took the blade and stared at it. He closed his eyes and drew the blade across his neck in one shift motion. A jagged cut opened up, spewing blood all over his clothes, her dress, and his beloved's face. He managed one choked gurgle as his head tilted downward, until he was looking at the corpse in his arms.

As his vision blackened, the blood disappeared from her face, and he found himself looking at an angel.

"Don't you know who you are yet?"

Hmmm... I don't like this chapter as much as the last... I feel like it's not quite as sad. Oh, well. Reviews are appreciated very much~!