Frustration held on to the rest of my insanity, threatening to not let go. Nothing was clear to me, as if I was dreaming not walking in reality. The reality that haunts me and has haunted me for so long. He was gone and the cold truth was that I couldn't live without him because he was the excitement and the life of my life. And nothing would ever change that, he had known that. That being along side me so long would do such a thing. Most likely he didn't care, or he just wanted me never to reject him for there were many others that have. He wanted me never to leave him because I was his sanity and salvation. Maybe I already knew that and had wanted it too. Maybe this was fate maybe just maybe...but to me fate is for the future of ones death, losing your most prized possession. Perhaps it was destiny or...or...no it is fate because this was only a lost cause. We were never meant to live along side one another for so long, we were fate's fate because there is no destiny. The only point of this was not to see the truth behind my eyes but between your lips and the resting wave inside my thoughts. This is the truth about our lives, now I have to live with it for the rest of eternity. To die just to be with him wouldn't help ,it would only alter what is already planned ahead and perhaps that decision was already made and nothing was ever to be changed. I felt the air in my room shift and bend, as if he had just climbed through my window. The once existing skeleton-man standing in a pin-stripped suit that had always jumped into my room unannounced was the image he had left me with. And the one thing that he did that always vexed me was the one thing I yearned for once again. I turned the opposite way of the window not expecting to see him, because I had learned he was never coming back not even if I kicked and screamed. That was reality for you, I sighed and then with anger threw the book I was reading at the window. It didn't hit the floor as I expected it to.
"I guess you didn't miss me." Came a smooth and pleasant voice, a voice that reminded me so much of some one I had once loved. The name to the man that owned such a voice was as such. Skulduggery Pleasant. I sat up in tears, wondering if my ears were deceiving me. My eyes were only casted on the floor, I didn't want to be disappointed, not again. Not ever again, but I needed to know if he would ever really leave me. I looked up my vision was blurred from the tears and as I cleared them away there was a tall thin figure leaning against the wall.
"Is it really you?"It was barely audible to this world.

"Who did you expect, Barney with a chainsaw?" The same old humor, I smiled a mischievous smile.

"Well just half expecting..."He tilted his head watching tears slide down my face.

"Aren't you happy I'm back?" I nodded shuffling closer to him, he didn't seem to notice.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because your back." He seemed to frown.

"I'm that unmissed by you?" I rolled my eyes seeing that the detective was clueless when it came to me.

"No I'm happy that your back."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because your back."I said trying to get to the point.

"But your crying..."

"Yes."

"Why?"I sighed and now was a foot in front of him.

"Because."

"Because of what?"

"Must you interrogate me?"

"No-its just that-just tell me why your crying?"

"Because your here, and I found out something today."

"And your still crying so what is it that you found out today."

"I found out that-"

"That? Go ahead spit it out."

"I found out that...that I don't have to live the rest of my life without my pain of a teacher...my best friend."I said that so quite that I was afraid that I had to repeat myself.

"Ooh." Was all he said to me before my feet was inches away from his, I leaned in and gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheekbone so quickly I barely noticed that I did that.