Karkat opened his eyes and everything was dark. Then, the scenery rippled and a light showed in the distance. How cliche.

He walked towards the light and wrapped his arms around himself. He was cold. He looked down to see the white dress he was wearing, it now had a giant red stain on it. His blood. He patted the stain but felt his solid body underneath. What happened? He racked his brain, trying to remember. All he could remember was seeing Tavros dead...a lot of anger and a flash of bright light. That was all he could remember. Wait...

Tavros.

Karkat floated up a few inches off the ground and flew to the light. He had to find Tavros. But how? There was a metric fuck ton of other copies of himself and Tavros. How many other timelines involved him and Tavros hooking up? How many other timeline Karkat's were wearing a dress? How many other had godtiered? He didn't know but he had to find Tavros.

He flew faster.

Finally, Karkat flew through the bright light and out into the bustling bubble. The light blinded him momentarily but soon his eyes were scanning the crowd underneath him, looking for Tavros. Groups of Sollux and Kanaya and Karkat and just about everyone else was down there, even a fairly large group of Tavros' but not his Tavros.

Karkat flew down to the ground and walked around, looking. The other ghosts gave him odd stares but the cancer troll merely glared at them and gave them a few options to where they should put a certain sickle and stomped off. He walked out of that bubble and into another before floating up and scanning the crowds again. He repeated this process a good five times and all five times, he got nothing. Karkat began losing hope.

The deceased Knight of Blood roamed the bubbles he had already passed through in hopes of spotting the flush of his life but nothing yet. Eventually he just gave up. He floated away from the bubbles and a new one formed around him. The bubble rippled and the scenery changed. Karkat was now slowly floating in the room he and Tavros would spend a majority of their time in. The room was messy. Books, games, movies, and stuffed animals littered the floor. The husktop that was always displayed for their movie viewing purposes showed a staticy screen. The couch that was in front of it was still messy with blankets and pillows.

Seeing all of this brought a sad smile to Karkat's face. He reminisced of all the times he and Tavros shared here. Of all the late night cuddles and heated discussions on whether or not two characters in any of their movies were right for each other. He missed running his hand through Tavros' gelled back curly hair or seeing him take out his ear and nose rings whenever he went to bed, the concentration on his face whilst taking them out was pretty interesting. He missed how Tavros would hum and pet his hair whenever Karkat would start to drift off in Tavros' lap. He missed Tavors' good morning kisses and his hugs and how he was so passionate over his games or movies. He missed Tavros.

Karkat sighed and slowly walked over to the couch. He plopped down and pulled one of the blankets over himself, he didn't need the warmth anymore but it was just nice. The faint scent of Tavros was on it, the smell of freshly baked cookies and a new book.

He snuggled into the blanket and forced himself not let the bright red tears that threatened to fall stream down his cheeks. He would see Tavros again...hopefully. He would be back in the arms of his loving matesprit. He would soon be back with him and would spend the rest of his afterlife happily with Tavros. Quiet flapping was heard behind the couch but Karkat ignored it. Hopefully whoever it was could tell that he wasn't really in the mood for any kind of squabbling or talking of any kind.

"Karkat...?" That voice. Karkat instantly flew up, the blanket dropping onto the floor. Standing there was Tavros. His Tavros. Tavros in his little pupa pan costume and his new, pure white eyes. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face, his ears perking up slightly. Karkat reacted instantly. The cancer troll flew over to his ghostly matesprit and kissed him happily. Tavros was surprised for a half of second but he soon regained himself and kissed Karkat back, even going the extra mile and dipping him down a little.

The kiss soon ended and they were just happy in each other's arms. Karkat succumbed and red tears streamed down his face. Tavros mumbled sweet nothings to his sobbing matesprit and wiped the tears away with his thumb. He pressed little kisses all over his cheeks, nose, and forehead and Karkat just kept muttering apologies for not being there sooner. Tavros was just happy to see Karkat again, his wings fluttered happily and he continued peppering his face with kisses.

"Tavros..." Karkat mumbled, sniffling. Tavros hummed and glanced down at his matesprit. The cancer troll sniffled once more before pressing a kiss to Tavros' cheek. "Flushed for you."

"Flushed for you too, bullcrab." The Page of Breath said happily, pressing a kiss to Karkat's forehead. "Now come on, let's go snuggle on our memory-made couch." Tavros lifted Karkat up and floated over to the couch, setting him down and sitting next him. The Taurus troll wrapped the blanket around the two of them and sighed. They were together again. They may have of died, but at least they were together.

They were together and they were happy.