Loved You In Another Life // A Skephalo Story

Chapter 16

Badboyhalo POV 

I am absolutely muffined. 

Of course I had to just be figuring myself out, realizing some details that just might have been true about my life, but then Skeppy comes along. 

He takes me to these places on Earth, brings me flowers and presents, becomes my friend no matter what consequences come to him because of it. 

And me being me, I have no clue how to deal with it.

After doing a bit of research on my own, asking some of the older demons questions I shouldn't know the answer to, the meanings of my dreams have become obvious.

The reason they seem so familiar is because they actually are my memories, the things that happened in my life.

It makes me feel horrible, thinking back to the way that boy named Zak had called my name, cried in my arms, begged me to remember him. To think that he wasn't lying makes my stomach churn.

Of course the boy from my dreams who seems to spend his every waking second loving me, living with the sole purpose of being mine, would be able to recognize me after death by just my voice and the words I use.

Only he could be that in love, and I threw it all away.

I want to wait for him now, go through the years and years of grueling work so I might somehow become an angel, be with the love of my life once again.

I want to, yet the thought hurts me.

By the time I'm done, he'll have found someone else, forgotten about me, started a new afterlife. No matter what we once were, I now barely even know the boy.

I want to let myself fall endlessly in love with Zak like I did in life, but I can't.

Because stupid Skeppy has to come along and ruin things.

I can't be mad at the bejeweled angel, especially for something he can't control. But I do blame him for my current dilemma.

Because how am I supposed to find a way back to my past lover, the person who acted as if they needed me to live and breathe, if I'm falling for someone else?

No, I can't blame Skeppy. Can't blame him for his perfectly fluffed wings and perfectly smooth skin, can't blame him for the absolutely enchanting way the diamonds on his face seem to glow when he gets happy or the way his laugh is like a drug to me.

It's not that stupid angel's fault that he can cheer me up on the worst of days and just the sound of his voice can put me to sleep.

None of it is his fault, but it makes me mad.

Mad that I had to fall in love with someone I can never have, mad that the person I used to love is unreachable.

And even though I've never really cared, I'm mad that I have to be a demon, destined to be trapped in a place where I can never see those I care about.

I need to get this constant battle in my head off my mind, yet everything around me is a reminder of my struggles.

Endless amounts of flowers from Skeppy litter my bedside table. Of course he keeps saying that just in case the first bouquet dies, I'll need another, and then he proceeds to get me one at least once a week, each in a different color. 

Quackity used to help, but we still haven't really gotten over our fight. And even before the fight, I was having less fun with him than usual. Feeling more and more trapped every time he mentioned his distaste towards angels. 

I guess I can understand it, the jealousy that they get to have a perfect afterlife when half the demons have never done anything even close to worthy of being sent to the Nether for all eternity.