I found myself crying once I felt his now-warm lips on mine; I couldn't even feel grossed out when the taste of iron hit my tongue. My hand found its place in his face, while his hand found its way at the back of my head to keep me close and push me closer.
I felt his longing, sadness, and happiness, and most especially, I felt the love he has for me.
"I love you," he whispered into the kiss before kissing me a few times more.
I didn't hesitate, afraid that something would happen and he would permanently disappear this time without hearing what I felt for him. "I love you too, Seymour."
He pulled back to look at me, his red eyes staring at me with love and admiration swimming in them.
"Welcome back, sleeping beauty."
We pulled away from each other, and we were burned when we both rem
