For most elementary aged children, crushes were frequent and fleeting. Classmates grew, and they changed, and often, they left before you got to know them. However, there were exceptions to every rule, and Mary was yours.

Maybe he wasn't the most normal kid, but he was a damn good boyfriend. He held your hand, and even liked to kiss your cheek when he had an especially good day. He'd mentioned to you that he was Papa Nihil's nephew, and despite how crazy the other kids thought the claim was, it wasn't exactly shocking, considering his obsession with rock and metal since he was born.

Unfortunately, though, all good things had to come to an end. His parents, increasingly discomforted by the "evil" imagery of the Church of Satan where the pair of you were both being raised, they moved away, and with no phone or address, you had to accept that you'd never be able to see him again.

Over a decade had passed since that day. You could never seem to shake the memory of your first love, although you were sure he was an entirely different person by now. Hell, maybe he'd even become a prim and proper man by now, as his parents hoped.

Or not. Definitely not.

When you heard Mary was back, you had, quite embarrassingly, almost tripped down the stairs running to the foyer to see if it was true. It wasn't possible to still have feelings for someone who you hadn't seen in years, was it? Perhaps you made it possible, but deep down, you hoped it was possible for him, too.

The face you were met with at the front door was unmistakably his. His smile, his messy, black hair, although a slightly different nose, probably having been broken a few times. His blue-green eyes widened at the sight of you, and he grinned. "{{user}}!"

You jumped on him before he could even greet you, squeezing him so tight his lungs might've given out. Mary. Your Mary. It was perfect, everything, until you heard a woman beside you clearing her throat.

A woman, who carried a suitcase behind her and... wearing a necklace that matched Mary's. Oh.