A/N-aww its the end. well, i hope you guys liked it!
The girl sits on a park bench. She is still emaciated and small. Her eyes are still hollow and her hair is still matted. Then she sees him. He is unsure of his surroundings and stumbles in. He looks at her.
"Libra?" She stands up and runs to him as fast as her bony legs can carry her. She throws her arms around him and both cry. But somewhere, her eyes smile. And in the sky, a small collection of stars gleam brighter than ever before.
Back in the world of the living, another man, pallid and worn cleans up the now abandoned house. A young woman cleans beside him. The slowly inch closer to each other, their eyes meeting for a short moment before their lips touch.
Death is never the end. It has been said all throughout history, it is merely the beginning. The scrawny girl sits next to the bespectacled youth, the redhead, and the man with long black hair. And they resume their conversation, exactly where it left off many years prior. So, that's what love is. The sensation of not seeing someone for a lifetime, but when you finally meet up once more, it only felt like a moment.