Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Skulduggery Pleasant, ot any of the characters in it, because if I did I would be Derek Landy and this would be a whole lot better.
He felt her lips against his, and heard a baby sighing softly next to him. His wife and child so close, but never to really hold again.
He tried to picture her face, the only woman he had ever loved, but couldn't. He stopped. He could remember nothing, nothing, except eyes. Two icy blue and loving eyes.
He tried to open his own eyes, to stare into hers, to get lost in them, to remember exactly how she looked; but the dream shifted.
He saw Serpine kneeling, a bottle on the floor, full of a bubbling pink liquid. Serpine stood up and stretched his back, easing out the aches of kneeling for so long. "I have finally done it!" He cried "One sip of this and they will be torn away from each other. His wife will be mine, and the skeleton won't remember a thing..."
Skullduggery was lifted out of his meditation, sure that if he had a heart, his heart rate would have sped up to world-breaking speeds, and if he had skin, he would be clammy and hot all over.
Maybe the dream wasn't true. He tried to picture his wife, but as in the dream, he couldn't. And when he tried again, a white hot pained flashed through his skull, and the skeleton collapsed. If only he hadn't tried, he would have seen his wife, lovingly watching him sleep. She knew the truth, but the skeleton had been fed so many lies that she knew he would never understand. He would never believe her.