A skeleton wearing a light, purple dress with gold woven in stared out a window, her purple eye lights blurred as she held a white crown with a single golden gem in the center, her clawed fingers running along the top of it. Beside her another skeleton watched her, a gray, skeletal hand rested on her shoulder, his green eyes softly glowing. "Strings... I know you are not... Well isn't the right word..."

"Needle." She turned to him, setting the crown down and looking into his eye sockets. "You know I am not doing well. The people are beginning to have a mind of their own. I still... I still carry it. That creature within me. I can't tell them that it is poisoning me from inside, for they would be curious and healers such as Tatterfell from Dreams Hame would try to do something to make me feel better. But it doesn't work that way."

"Yes, I know that, but..." Needle sighed, taking off his own crown of white stone and a single golden gem and setting it down beside Strings's. He stood up, sliding his hand down to hers and pulling her up with him from the bed. The sun was rising, meaning that people would start coming to the castle soon. Black Hill was too busy during the day.

The two tall skeleton rulers stared out the window, Strings leaning against her husband. "Do you remember when we used to run around, carefree and full of joy."

The gray boned skeleton nodded slowly, a smile creeping onto his face. "Do you remember that one time you wrecked a car into a tree?"

Strings smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes I do."

Needle looked at Strings, a soft look covering his face once again. "You were so wreckless."

"Well, so were you." Strings replied, casting a playful look at him.

"I-I mean, yes..." A bright shade of green spread across his face, as bright as his pin pricks.

Strings sighed in relief, glad to have her mind on something other than her oncoming death. "You had to help me of the ceiling once. My jacket fell on you at one time, and made you fall right back down."

Needle laughed, the blush still there. He dusted off his tunic absentmindedly, staring out the window. "I wish we could go back..."

"So do I." Strings murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her forehead against his. Needle stared deep into the amethyst pools, and Strings stared back into his bright, colorful green ones.

"We can always remember the past, but still look forwards to whatever greater or worse destiny is laid in our path." Needle's warm breath brushed Strings's face as he spoke, and she nodded.

"True."