This feeling, it's so warm. I could probably fall asleep right here, but I think I already am. But why is it so bright?

Rose held Johnny's limp head in her lap. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes softly closed. He looked like he was simply asleep, only dead. There were a few salty drops of water on his cheek where Rose's tears had fallen. Johnny's blood was staining the pure white fabric of the wedding dress Rose wore. She cradled Johnny's head with one hand and held up his heavy hand with the other. The blood had dried where it blossomed on Johnny's shirt. He looked so dead, like a candle after it was blown out by the wind. Rose was humming a soft song, the song that she sang Squee to sleep with.

Wait a moment, what's that sound? It's so familiar, so soothing and beautiful. I know that I've heard it before somewhere. It's becoming louder…

Squee was standing a bit behind Rose. His eyes were brimmed with tears that were rolling down his cheeks. He still couldn't cope with the fact that the one man who could never be caught actually could be killed. Johnny's face was as pale as the full moon, and all Squee could do was cry. Deep in his heart, the little boy was singing along with Rose's song of lament.

Squee mustered up the strength to speak a few shaky words, punctuated by sobs, "Rosie? What are w-we going to do w-w-with Johnny?"

Rose bit her lip as she held back more tears from falling, "I… I don't know Squee. But I don't think he would want we leave his body here."

Rose's breathing constantly faltered from steady to choppy. She gently knelt in her head, her forehead resting lightly on Johnny's. Rose's tears fell under Johnny's eyes, giving the impression that he was crying as well.

Now I hear something else. It's…it's…crying. Somebody's crying. It sounds like a girl. It sounds like…like Rose. Rose…is crying.

The complete whiteness made a drastic shift to total darkness. It was as if someone turned out the lights just by flipping the switch. A soft light slowly filled Johnny's eyes. His lids gently opened to a squint. He could see the world. Was this heaven? Was he not accepted in Hell, where he wasn't really mistreated at all? He could feel a slightly warmth on his forehead a tiny wet chill on his cheeks. Something fine and feathery was tickling his eyebrows. His eyes slowly opened to see something too close to him to identify. Whoever it was, its eyelashes were tickling him.

It the person opened their eyes. And Johnny could only stare into those beautiful green eyes. They were like endless crystal balls with swirling mists inside. Just like Rose's eyes.

Rose…

Johnny gently closed his eyes, feeling a sense of completely relief washing over him like an ocean tide. He felt a warm and gentle grasp around his hand. As carefully as he could, Johnny maneuvered his skinny fingers to lace within Rose's. Her eyes shot open with surprise. She felt the cold gloved fingers of her deceased Johnny intertwine with her own.

He moved…he moved!

Rose backed her face away from Johnny's, only to stare down at him. His mouth was slightly open and his chest was rising and falling with his breath. The color was slowly but surely returning to his face. Johnny's eyes opened, the sight of his Rose, so beautiful even with eyes reddened from the crying and shiny tear streaked cheeks, brought a minute curve of a smile to his lips.

"Hello Rose," Johnny's eyes were slightly clouded, but gradually becoming clear, "I missed you."

Several crystal beads of tears rolled down Rose's blushed cheeks as she smiled. The sparkle in her eyes reminded Johnny of flashing stars. As he did, Rose felt a wave of relief and happiness like a stream wash over her. She threw herself down on Johnny and embraced him, afraid that he may disappear from her again.

"Oh, Johnny," Rose sobbed on his shoulder, "I…I was afraid t-t-that I was going to lose you f-fore-e-ever!"

Johnny delicately wrapped his arms around the crying girl and embraced her in a loving hold. This tender hug filled him with so much warmth; he couldn't understand why he wanted to be stoic and cold, without feeling and emotions, in the first place. He overcame a field of thought that almost made him spit at his old way of observing emotion. He could feel his shoulder becoming rather damp. Wet from tears of love. He breathed in the scent of Rose's warm soft hair; it smelt of stargazing on the beach.

"Rose," Johnny whispered in her ear.

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes deep and distressed, "Yes, Johnny?"

He carefully slipped a runaway lock of hair aside from her beautiful face behind her ear, "I think it took a trip to hell and back to force me to realize this but…I…I…"

Johnny was lost for words. He only prayed that this wouldn't result in severe consequences concerning her feelings toward him.

"I love you, Johnny." Rose blurted out.

He was struck silent. His heart felt like it was filling with sugar.

"Really," Johnny smiled lightly, "Because, well, I love you too Rose."

Her eyes softened, as Johnny's did. But they were filmed lightly by a mysterious shimmer that could only be defined as love. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, or the light of realization, but before they knew it, Johnny's and Rose's lips were only lingering centimeters apart. With the most strength Johnny has ever had to muster, he closed the final space between them. Together, they dove into the basking glow of happiness that was their first kiss.

Rose wrapped her arms around Johnny's shoulders, while feeling his soft yet chapped lips upon her own. In response, Johnny tightened the hold he had around her waist, indulging in Rose's sweet cherry blossom lips. This wasn't earth. Xiao had sent him straight to heaven.

They finally parted. Johnny was left so dazed, his head was swimming. He licked his lips as his eyes settled into those of his love, who stared back. It was a moment of pure bliss to Johnny. Never before had he wanted something so very badly and gotten it in the end. It was like those fairytale books Johnny would listen in on when Rose was reading Squee to sleep. It couldn't have ended more perfect. But maybe not.

"Uh…Johnny?" Rose broke away from their shared bliss; her face looked a little puzzled.

"Yes, Rose?" Johnny was now longing for a second kiss. Something in his scalp was tingling.

Um," she gently ran her fingers through his hair. It was like an angel's touch, "There's something wrong here."

She showed Johnny her hand. It held a rather messy lock of dark raven hair. Johnny looked up and shook his head. Almost all of his hair fell off his head and fluttered to the floor. Rose's face looked as though it were trying not to speak, cry, and laugh all at the same time. Johnny swiped his hand over his almost bare scalp one more time to clear away the loose hair. He then pulled Rose in close again and met her lips with passion. Yep, still perfect.

Dear Die-ary,September 3

I'm sorry that I haven't written in you for a while, but I have a good excuse. I was walking home when some jerks pushed me right into the path of a speeding car. It hurt a lot. Squee and this really pretty girl named Rose saved me and took me to the hospital. Because none of us could afford to fully pay my bill, I had to stay over at Rose's house after the operation. I wanted to kill the nurse that had to keep an eye on me. I just want to slice a new orifice into her bulging stomach, rip out her guts, and strangle her with her own intestine. Something stopped me though.

Afterwards, I started falling for my caretaker. She is amazing in everyway, well, except cooking. Rose could probably burn water. Even so, I couldn't take her off my mind. She changed me. I never thought my character could be so dynamic. One night, I got to dance with Rose. She is an incredible swing dancer. Well, I am too now that I learned. When Rose was out, I snuck into her room and watched a few her past dance recitals on home video. I hope she doesn't read that.

Then this guy named Ned shows up. Whenever he was anywhere near Rose, I couldn't help but get a feeling that hurt my internal organs. It felt like jealousy. They only other time I can really remember experiencing a phenomenon like that was when I envied Mr. Samsa for being exactly what I longed for. Anyways, This Ned turned out to be a vampire that kidnapped Rose and wanted to marry her. Squee and I stole the bat car and rescued her. Don't worry, we gave it back. I died once too. I met Ned's wife down in hell and she sent me back to earth. Then Rose and I confessed our love to each other. Not only that, all my hair fell out. What a crazy life I live.

Dear Die-ary,September 7

Rose has to go back to college now. She goes to a nearby community college only a mile away. By the way, Squee's parents were arrested. The Little guy's dad tried to drown him in the tub, but luckily for him, I stopped by to borrow some hydrogen peroxide. I didn't kill the man. The knife slipped out of my hands. Anyways, now he's in the hands of a caring orphanage. I visit him every once in a while. Those little children are all antichrists!

Dear Die-ary,November 18

My hair is starting to grow back. I'm pretty glad, because it's getting colder every day. I moved in with Rose finally. When I went back to my house, I found a landfill. Everything was gone! But Rose took me in. She bought me this cool fleece hat with an evil penguin on it. I love evil penguins. There is nothing I can do to express my love for her. It's seems like her kindness is almost endless. Right now, she's learning how to knit blankets and stuff.

Dear Die-ary,March 2

I think that there's something wrong with Rose. She looks sick all the time and is really nervous about everything. Yesterday was her twenty-first birthday. An hour or so after eating cake, yum cake, she threw it all back up. I think she's sick. I hope she gets better.

Dear Die-ary,May 3

Two great things have happened to me. I found the strength to ask Rose the most intensifying question in the world. "Will you marry me?" She said yes. I think I started jumping around later. I fell down the stairs too. Now I have a lot of band-aids on my head. It's hard to write in detail when you're so overwhelmed with happiness.

Dear Die-ary, April 30

Today was the biggest shock of my life. When Rose and I went to Club Sonic for a Swing Dance Contest, which apparently we launched the idea for, she wasn't well. I practically had to pick her up and carry her out of her room to get her to go. She kept saying that people might think she was fat. How is that possible? Whenever I look at her, I see a beauty that surpasses that of angels. How can she think that? But when it was our turn to take the floor, she passed out.

We were taken to the hospital because she wouldn't wake up. They ran some tests and stuff. Then I was told that Rose was expected in six months. I asked why and they said that she was pregnant. Rose is going to have a baby! I just pray that this is a blessing of our love and not the harsh consequences of our… actions. But for Rose and this child, I'm ready to be a father.

Dear Die-ary,October 17

My daughter was born today. I felt the coldness of my past days creeping up my spine. But it wasn't from regret. It was from fear. Lots of doctors and nurses add to interfere with this routine delivery with lots of panic. I'm not allowed in the delivery room right now. The child was born fine and without a scratch, but Rose wasn't doing to well. They could not stop her bleeding by what I hear.

I have just been informed that Rose and my daughter are alive and well.

When I saw them, that instant, the little girl in the arms of my soon to be wife, I cried. They were tears unlike any other that had streamed down my face. It was a crying of relief, of joy, of pure happiness. It was a moment of perfection that only my mind could fully understand about now being a father. I asked Rose to name her. My daughter's name is Sylvia Rosetta Colt. And she has the beauty of her mother. My love, my sanctuary, my Rose.

The Maiden of Light: Well, there you have it. They story is over. sobs I...I...I love you guys for reading. One day, I'll write my own book and think of you guys at every public signing. Well, sorta. I'm thinking about a sequel. So read, review, and rock out loud!

Maiden and KISS: I wanna rock and roll all night, and party every day.