Walking into the woods; It's a Tuesday, the day you always visit her. Little did Victor know he was being watching by the Pumkin King. Two flowers were in his hand; one Hyacinth: meaning sorrow, the other, a chrysanthemum: meaning ' wonderful' 'cheerfulness' and 'rest'.

"What is he doing?" The skeleton wondered aloud.

In the woods in the middle of the night, Victor came to a tree with a white X on it. This seemed to be his destination as he set the orange flower down, took a deep breath and smiled before these words came in a sweet song.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.

And I know her heart is beating and I know that I am dead.
Yet the pain here: try and tell me it's not real, for it seems that I still have a tear to shed

If I touch a burning a candle, I can feel no pain,
In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching.

Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking,
and the pain here that I feel; try and tell me it's not real.

I know that I am dead,
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.

Jack stared, wide eyed, as the man patted the tree.

"I'm glad I could set you free." Victor stood straight before moving again out of the woods and now to the cemetery where he stopped at the very last one and sat down, setting the bluish purple flower of sorrow down gently.

"Hello, Victoria. I just came from visiting Emily. It had been a good idea to set a flower where we first met. Your parents have possibly gone mentaly unstable for not coming even once to see you. How's heaven? I hope the angels are treating you well after everything. I'm just sad we couldn't have stayed together longer.

The church is still up and running even after you died. I still think I'm going to walk in there and see you dressed in your wedding gown and we'd once again be together. I'd even play your favorite song on the piano.

Jack was surprised as a tear went down the mans face though he kept the smile.

I'm sorry, Victoria, I know you'd hate to see me cry and I refuse to do so in front of you or anyone else just so long as you're happy. I have to go before I break down. Love you."

Victor gently kissed the grave stone, a few more tears joining on his last ones before he walked away. The skeleton king turned the well off before turning sharply and looking forward to the pumkin patch. Sally's ashes were buried there and he hadn't visited her at all. So with a gulp he began to move forward towards the field. His breathing came in rough gulps of air as he came closer to the grave stone labeled 'Sally'.

He copied Victor, sitting cross legged on the ground, then opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. What was he suppose to say? I love you? I miss you? He had so many feelings: it made him feel like his insides would explode. He went for a conversation.

"Hello, Sally. I checked the Land of the Dead you weren't there. I searched all over the woods, the doors, I even checked the Living world. I miss you. I even missed Halloween because I couldn't bear you not being there to sing beside me. Everyone was sure it would be ruined until they saw this guy take over with the help of the Dead. I don't know why but I still continue to watch him through the well.

He has a beautiful voice and the song he sang was just as enchanting. Zero and I haven't played in a few months and I don't know but ... I love you. I can't describe how my bonnie heart broke when you burned. Oogie is still out there: if I ever find him he'll learn the true meaning of fear!"

The Pumpkin King took a breath before sadly looking up. He realized that salty tears were coming down his face and quickly wiped them off.

"This person I've been following's wife also died along with a friend. He appeared to love her like she was still there next to him. I don't want to ever forget you, Sally." He hesitated slightly before pressing his lips to the stones. He slowly wobbled to a stand, tears going down his cheecks before he walked away.

I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend

And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last

And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one.

Jack looked up with a snap but no one was there, so thinking it was only the wind he continued away. Victor would be asleep by now. He could set a bowl beside his bed if just to hear the soothing sounds of another's breathing to show he was not the only one alone in the world.