The light was bright, and flickering, adding to an already dominant headache. The beeping did nothing to alleviate an already growing problem.
The beeping.
Was she in a hospital?
And if she was in a hospital, did that mean she was alive?
What had happened?
She blinked, wetting her dry eyes, and opening them again to see the most wonderful sight in the world.
Him, holding her, and very much alive.
Their reunion was joyous, an event that could mend even the coldest and most broken of hearts. The kiss was one to rival those told throughout history. A merging of lips, body, mind, spirit and souls.
Souls.
As far as she could comprehend in her hypothermic state, she still had hers.
What had happened?
Sitting up slowly, and carefully looking around for a unfamiliar, yet familiar figure surrounded in cloud, yet she saw none.
Was this a trick?
Then she noticed the flowers. The room was completely covered in flowers, a myriad of colours to lighten the room and removed it of it sterility.
And on the bedside table was a vase, of beautiful white lilies, whispering familiar stories and drawing her eyes down to the card on the table.
She picked it up shaking, knowing full well who it was from.
It read:
Even in death, love truly does conquer all. Even a deal the Devil.