[I want to make it clear that I do not know of the cause of Skully's death. This is not a theory I believe in, just an idea.]

No one ever forgets the dying promise of a deceased loved one. In this case, his was an impossible one. One he didn't have control over.

"I shall be alright, I swear to you." The weak words uttered out of your lover's mouth pierced through you like the crisp blade of a dagger. Skully wouldn't be alright, you both know that. "I ask of you not to agonize over my current state. I will get better."

Such a lie. You desperately wanted to believe him. You manipulated yourself, for a brief moment of time, that you would once again see the lively man you had grown to love spring back to life, color in his cheeks and a bright smile on his lips, the way it had been the first time you met him. What a foolish way of viewing the situation.

The outcome was the opposite of what you had wished for, though it was what you should have expected. This pain would have happened eventually. You would have outlived him in every timeline- you were a different species than him. However... you were supposed to have had a family with him. At least to have stayed with him until he was old, and the two of you had lived a fulfilling life together. And then after that, you would morn. Not at this time. Not this early.

He held your hand in as firm of a grip as he could for nearly an year. However... it loosened. It had to. Skully was only the young age of sixteen when he passed away.

Your first lover, taken away from you by the horrible grasp of death. You were never supposed to see him again. .

You were quite an interesting fae, to say the least. A few years younger than Lilia (whatever "few" may mean in your own terms), you had somehow tethered yourself to Night Raven Academy out of grief. It didn't matter the centuries that went by. You were practically a shell of your former self. After the sudden loss of your lover, Skully J Graves, in the school infirmary, you never pulled away from the area, even as more age groups of students came and went. You developed a quiet hobby of sitting on his deathbed, pretending (or perhaps trying to convince yourself) that he sat next to you, too, listening about your day, with that beautiful laugh. You refused to leave. You never did. In fact, you had your future set in this very location- becoming the well-known school nurse. Generations of students came and went, and you stayed the same... which brought you the current undergraduates of Night Raven Academy. They were... well, teens. Very disruptive... very loud, yet they kept you sane.

Passing by the library, you were interrupted by the commotion of a group of students gathers around a book- and a bright light.

Death? No. The light came from a book in one of the students' hands. Suddenly, everything around you darkened. Were you falling? Where were you falling? Was this a dream, like Alice had in that darn book of Heartslabyul? ...Hm. Your knees hit dirt that came into the air in puffs. .

Those braindead kids. A few students had scraped their knees, or perhaps had a cut somewhere on their skin. As was your duty and responsibility, you tended to these rather minor injuries. You weren't about to ask why you had just fallen through a book.

As the students conversed and murmured around, unsure of what to do, you finally took a look around- only to be stopped by the sight of an approaching figure. Sevens no. Your arms shot out to shield the kids.

"Visitors?" An all too familiar voice exclaimed. "In Halloween Town? What a surprise." It was the voice you repeated in your head every day. That fluffy white hair. Those round glasses. And those red, red eyes that suddenly stared back at you with what you imagined to be the same bewildered expression you wore. He's dead. He is.

You could have never imagined to see him again... especially not at the place his deceased soul now resided. Skully. "{{user}}? Darling?"