The stranger approached me, carefully. I examined him closely and found that he was only an ice soul. He appeared a few years younger than me, and scared at that. He saw me ahead of him, and turned away, attempting to run.

"Don't go!" I called out. I do not know what possessed me to invite him back. He looked scarred and wounded. He reminded me a bit of… myself.

The stranger stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. I could see tears forming in his eyes, making them glisten like the fallen winter snow around me.

"You must be hungry?" I asked. He could drain as much plasma as he needed from me. It did not need to fuel my heart any longer.

My guest approached me cautiously, acting weary of the outcome of these decisions. He probably assumed that I wanted to capture him as my prey instead of inviting him to gather nutrients from myself.

"Please, feed from me. I don't want to live here anymore. At this point, it would be a favour," I explained.

He walked up into the circle of statues. Observing his surroundings, he toyed with his fingers. I noticed tiny red marks on each one. I had never seen this before and knew our skin did not scar. They appeared to be just tiny lines engulfing the bottom of each the index, ring, middle, and pinky fingers. The stranger must have seen me looking at them, as he clenched his hands in fists towards the ground to hide them.

"Please," I whispered.

He looked up at me, and then at the ground. Gently, he closed his eyes and I watched as one tiny, simple tear fell from his beautiful hazels. I did not want this being to leave me alone. I felt a strong connection to him, as if he were me. We seemed so alike, yet mysteries of our past selves as well. I felt I had to keep him close; protect him.

I began to hum a song as he turned to walk away. My eyes were squinted closed, yet I was relaxed; my dead body unphased by the icy snow. I let the rhythm of the song take over and recited,

"Press your lips to the sculptures, and surely you'll stay."

He turned back suddenly, and smiled a sad smile. The guest walked up to the figure that I had decided was my favourite, (it was a woman holding her hands up to the heavens and had a countenance of one who appeared to be screaming) and kissed it.

I smiled back, full of sorrow, but full of truth. Then, as if taken over by a familiar hallucinogenic, I began to dance. The idea was mental, but it soothed me. I looked over to see if the guest had joined me, and he had. It went on for hours. All my worry was washed away for those moments, and how I treasured them.

The dancing began to wind to an end, and I collapsed to the elegant flooring of the circle. Shortly after, my guest joined me. Since he would not oblige earlier, I used my hand to gently guide his chin down, opening his mouth. I then opened mine as well and leant in to give him my nutrients. When the session was over, I leant back and closed my eyes.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, a bit worried.

"I don't want my life here anymore. I want you to take it,"

"Why-why not?" he stammered shivering, but not to the effect of the snow.

"I never made it, I only failed. Nobody ever showed a care for me, nor even recognized my existence most of the time. I was given a second chance, and still presented my sad self the loser that I am. Look at me! Starving myself of the essential elements required of my flaming heart and wasting away the time in the solitude of a crumbled castle until I will melt away to the nothingness I feel inside me. As if anyone would care, no one ever loved me,"

"What would you do if I told you that I loved you?" the still stranger spoke in a soft tone, only barely audible even over the silence of the setting.

The reply took me aback. What was I to say to such a quizzical statement. I had not even had the pleasure of finding out the name of this beautiful soul of ice that had so suddenly emerged into my broken life. I did, however, find a connection to him. It was as if we were… joined, in a sense. The two of us were so alike, so vulnerable in this world. We were only looking for someone to save us, despite how much we would like to decline the fact.

"Well, to begin with," I replied after much thought, "I should like to learn your name," To this, I smiled.

"My name is Frank Iero of Ice, and as to you?"

"Gerard Way of Fire,"

"Then what would you do?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure.

"And then, I should like to ask you to dance,"

I walked up and took his hand. There was no music anymore. I could scarcely remember a guitar chord or melody anymore. Dancing was not the same without the harmonious sounds that would be created from bedroom speakers, marching bands, rock concerts, or church choirs. However, one song had always stuck with me. Subconsciously, once again, I began to hum the familiar tune.

Back-and-forth we would take turns leading. Frank would gather the courage and then back down again. This repeated several times throughout the dance. I gathered the familiar feeling that I might be going mad. Such activities done on a dying body in the dead of a winter's snow mustn't be good for the mind.

The feeling was as if I was drunk, or possibly on a hallucinogenic. Never before had I felt so… alive. The majority of my life I had spent as a figure of death itself: alone, unloved, and just dead inside. It was like the smallest huff of this new drug had sent me into a vision of such great majesty. The feeling was like no other I had experienced before.

"What makes you so… brilliant?" I inquired between twirls.

Frank stopped dancing and sat down beside one of the statues. I soon followed suit, waiting rather impatiently for his reply.

"For of sugar and ice, I am made," he spoke, seemingly of wisdom, but at the same time lighthearted and airy.

"And what could make you love such a flame as myself?"

"Without you, most and quite literally, I would perish. It's as if a connection has pulled me to you. I don't want to leave," he whispered. His words bounced from the vacant walls of the now-deceased castle

"My dearest Frank, if you were to leave, I would surely end it now."