In the flowery air of the world of death, there are two newly accepted souls, both of young teenagers, but they hold hands, unwilling to let go. Across the fence that chained each to their separate world when they were living, there is a spiritual link that refuses to dissolve. It stays there, but the two children always looked across it, hoping for the other's being.

After days of looking and holding hands, refusing to let the pain separate them, the fence finally disappears, the low electrical hum was gone, steel no longer a barrier. The girl, still dressed in her typical white and pink dress, removes the hat typically perched on her head, and lets it drop to the ground. The boy, still dressed in his black rags, takes a step towards her.

The first step.

She looks up, smiling. They seem to register the expression on each others's faces instantly, and simultaneously take steps towards each other until they were able to reach the other, which they did as soon as possible. With that single move, they cup the other's face with their hands, leaning in to touch foreheads, and smiling as they fall where the fence once stood.

The wind blows softly, murmuring their thoughts.

Deep darkness may have tore us apart, but it also brought us back together. Through the eternal darkness, we managed to get together again, welcoming each other with open arms, acceptance and no judgements.