"How did you not die?" is all he says, the words make no sense. "What?" is all I can muster, I think if I speak any louder the reality of what just happened will sink in. I lower my eyes to his hands, which are not trapped in gloves anymore. "You should be dead, I touched you." is all he says, eyeing his hands in awe, I'm still lost. "What are you talking about?" I say exasperated now, he's scaring me. "I wore those gloves because everyone and everything I touched with my bare hands died. Other than you, you didn't die. You're still here. You should've died. I wanted you to die." I put the pieces together, he took his gloves off to kill me, he meant what he said. I let out a small gasp as he steps towards me, his eyes staring longingly at me now. "Kiss me." he says, and I do.