Eventually, Ghost’s attention shifts to me, and he prowls forward, pressing his head in an affectionate nuzzle against my chest.
“Stay safe,” I repeat what Riven told him, running my hands along his fur. “Celeste and her sisters will watch over you.”
He huffs softly, as if to say he’ll be fine, then steps back to let us go.
I swallow hard as Riven moves to stand next to me, forcing down the lump in my throat before it can get any worse.
“Are you ready?” I ask Riven, steadier than I feel.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” His gaze lingers on Ghost for just a second longer, and then he takes my hand. When our fingers intertwine, it’s more than just a gesture—it’s a vow. A promise that no matter what lies ahead, we’ll face it together.
With the decision now finalized, we position ourselves at the pond’s edge, and the constellations reflecting off its mirrored surface shift again.
Our time is almost up.
“Together?” he asks, the love shining in his eyes so fierce that it feels like he’s laying his soul bare for me. It’s overwhelming, humbling, and perfect all at once, and I swear my heart might burst from how much I feel for him in this moment.
“Together,” I repeat, and with one last meaningful look shared between us—one filled with trust, hope, and the kind of love that feels eternal—we jump.
