Dying in the arms of someone you love, that seems like a good way to go

A feather of lead

I stare in disbelief at the skeleton standing in front of me. Why him? Of all the people in this school why Nicola!

I attempt to smile up at him "hi Nikola" he raised his hand up for a high five just like he always did. Begrudgingly I raise my hand up and high five him. Most people say that this is his "not so subtle" way of flirting. I rack my brain every time someone says this and I always attempt to convince myself otherwise... I guess this proves I have to give in.

I open my mouth to speak, "um Nicola..." I manage to somewhat cautiously blurt out before he interrupts me. "Oh here Emily!", from his pocket he uncovered a small piece of paper. It had been sharply folded in half and sealed with a stamp... but this stamp was different, old fashioned even it had been sealed with candle wax, the intricate detail of an E and a P. Both these letters had been molded into a handwritten italic font, it was as if it hadn't been molded in the traditional mechanical way at all....but carefully and thoughtfully carved out by hand.

Surrounding the letters was a crest. Like that pictured on a castle from the 15th century. An overlooking king watched the crest. His mane like burning paper, the flames violent and hungry... resembling his true nature.

I gently opened it as the sturdy but now weak seal breaks open. As the paper unfolds I see Nicola attempting to quietly slip away as if he was never there. I look down once again and there written in inc as black as a serial killers heart and small handwriting as though it had been written by a elf, was four short lines:
Roses are red
My eyes are blue
Nicola is not I,
But I am Who?