Ty gripped the ornamented urn tightly, tears running down his flushed cheeks. His velvet eyes were bloodshot, with rings under them, indicating the lack of sleep the teen was getting.

He gently lowered the porcelain urn - how ironic - into the small grave and hid it beneath layers of dirt. He gazed at the small pile of dirt sadly as he set the bouquet of white roses onto it.

His will shattered - another ironic one, he though - and he burst out sobbing, curling up on himself in the middle of the cemetery, desperately holding onto the only thing that assured him that Sky was real, that he wasn't just a thing his mind made up.

The dark shades were the only thing left of Sky other that the porcelain shards which Ty dutifully collected and put in am urn. When the teen put the shades on, the world around him turned gray and monotone. There were only occasional blotches of paint around certain people, and Ty found he couldn't look through them for too long.

A hand had been set on his shoulder and he jolted, wide velvet eyes turning to look at who it was. The little hope, tiny sliver of hope that it would be Sky, smiling and not pale anymore, was crushed mercilessly as Ty saw it was someone else. An angel, tall tan angel, wearing dark shades, making Ty choke out a whimper and clutch Sky's pair tighter.

"Hey there," the angel had an obvious accent, though Ty couldn't place it, "I'm Bodil," he introduced himself.

"T-Ty…" the teen managed, uselessly trying to wipe away the tears streaming down his face. "D-Did you come to kill me?" he asked, gazing at Bodil with the most rejected look.

"No!" Bodil kneeled in front of the teen, "I am your new guardian," he explained, "I was friends with Sky."

Ty whimpered at the mentioning of the name, hiding the shades behind his back.

Bodil visibly cringed, biting his lip. "Those shades… let Sky look at your world like a human. They will let you look at the world like an angel," Bodil said, placing the shades over Ty's bloodshot eyes.

Bodil became just a blur of white, and Ty could catch a tinge of yellow mixing with green. He pushed the shades off, hiding them away in his pocket for safety. There was a young man standing behind Bodil, with long dark hair poking from under a melon beanie.

"This is Bash," Bodil said, standing up and exceeding a hand to help Ty up. Ty accepted it, slowly pulling himself up and onto his feet, which felt like jello. "He is also my protégé. I'm guarding both of you," he explained.

Ty and Bash awkwardly shook hands and Bash cleared his throat. He smiled sadly, uncertainly.

"Do you, maybe… want to come over to mine and record a video?" he asked, his accent obvious, nervously twiddling his fingers.

Ty cast a questioning glance to the angel. "Bash makes videos for YouTube," he explained, offering a warm smile.

"Sure," Ty whispered, following the duo away from the cemetery, but not before casting a glance behind himself.

—-

"Hey, Ty!" Jason shouted as he heard the front door open, running down the hallway to greet his brother properly. He wrapped his arms around Ty's lean frame, looking up as to why Ty was only hugging him half-heartedly.

Ty's eyes had rings under them, and he completely looked off.

"Hey, what happened? And where is Sky?" the younger teen asked, looking around.

"He's… gone," Ty whispered, wrapping his arms around his brother and hugging him tightly. He let go and flashed Jason a smile, as real as he managed, and walked over into his room. "There's pasta in the fridge, if you're hungry, okay?" he called behind himself, closing the door to his room.

He sat down on his office chair, opening his laptop and turning it on.

He pulled up Skype, seeing the request Bash had sent him earlier. He accepted it, and only a few moment later, he was being called into a group call.

"Heyow, guys, this is Ty," Bash's accent rang through his ears, "Ty, this is Quentin,"

"Hey!"

"Seto,"

"Hello!"

"Ian,"

"Hey there!"

"And Mitch and Jerome,"

"Hey dood!"

"And you already know Bodil!"

There was shuffling heard and then Bodil's Bulgarian accent ringed out, "Hey that took you some time!"

"We're gonna play some Hunger games, you wanna join in?" Bash asked as Ty started up his Minecraft.

"Sure," the teen replied, already copying the IP address from the chat.

Sky would want him to be happy, right? To be friends with Bodil!

Sky would want the best for him.