Songbird looked out the window. The bright sun was peeking in through the window as it rose in the faded blue and orange of the coming day. Songbird turned back to look at Ty's slumbering body. Everyone had been tired after the feast, coming worryingly close to falling into food comas at the table. Husky, wobbling as he stood, told everyone to get up and walk back inside. Everyone did as they were told and ten minutes later the house was silent as the men slept. Songbird waited, watching the luminescent numbers on Ty's alarm clock tick down to midnight. As soon as the eleven-fifty-nine turned into a glorious twelve o'clock Songbird withdrew himself and felt his heart grow cold with reservation. And so he waited, watching the sky like a vigilant hawk.
Sky knew he was dreaming. The world around him was completely black, a void of nothing but the feeling of something in his arms. He felt as if his mind was awake but distant. He knew he was asleep, but his mind was fully functioning. Lucid dreaming, his mind supplied. He let his mind float in the void of darkness. Then he felt a tinge. Something was off. His mind told him to wake up, but he couldn't. His mind was screaming at him. Danger…danger, what danger? What was wrong? Why did he feel like he'd lost something? He pushed his body into consciousness. His eyes peeled open and he winced at the light that was pouring in through the window. He looked down and saw Ty. He looked so peaceful. Sky smiled and gently brushed some hair out of Ty's face. The feeling was still there, though. He turned over so he was facing the ceiling. He let his mind wander and, out of habit, wrapped an arm around Ty's chest. At first, Sky didn't notice it, but when he did he sat up straight and stared at Ty. Who wasn't breathing? Whose skin had paled dramatically? Who had no pulse? Who was dead…
The rest of the group woke to heavy crying coming from Ty's room. Seto walked up and was about to knock on the door when his powers and instincts mixed. He looked around and found what had caused this. An aura was missing. Ty's aura was missing. Seto stilled and his legs wobbled, he toppled back only to be caught by Brice. Seto looked up at Brice tears in his eyes. He had felt this before when they all thought Ty was dead, but now the remaining aura was gone. Unlike before, Ty's aura had no remaining traces as if he was now just an inanimate object. Seto turned in Brice's arms and began to cry into his chest.
Songbird heard crying and moved his eyes from the window to Ty's bed. There was Sky, but why was he crying. Songbird flew to the bed and rested atop Ty's chest, looking at Sky. Then he felt it, Ty's chest wasn't rising like it usually would if he were to gather air into his lungs. Songbird frantically moved up and down Ty's chest, trying in vain to find Ty's chest moving a little bit. Then he resigned himself to the fact that Ty was dead. The prince was dead.
The team gathered around the grave. The dark wood coffin being lowered slowly. There had been quite the turnout. Many had come to give condolences to the group, but Ty's closest friends were in the front. Sky watched, his face stony and unemotional. Being Ty's best friend, his closest friend, he knew what Ty would have wanted.
A mass of black flooded out the gates as the service came to a close. But Sky stood unmoving, watching the gravestone with sad eyes.
"Sky, we're going to go home now. Stay as long as you need", Jason said as he held Tyler, both crying.
Sky didn't answer, he just stared at the stone that marked the end of his best friend's life. His hand came out and touched the stone. The smooth, warmed stone. What a nice day it turned out to be. The sun shining, bright and beautiful in the sky, it was as if the sky above was rejoicing the fact that Ty was no longer in this world. Sky's eyebrows drew together as he looked up at the sky. He sighed and kicked a loose stone, then turned and began to walk away.
"I'm gonna miss you, buddy. Sorry, I couldn't keep that promise", a voice ghosted across the graveyard.
Sky dropped to his knees and cried.