He held up a hand, stalling me. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, but there’s no need. Spend time with your love and never take him for granted.”
“There’s another way,” I began, stalling him as he went to move from the bed. “Banishment.” I felt sick just mentioning it, but maybe this was the only key for ending his torture.
“Banishment?” he asked, clearly intrigued.
I nodded, then explained, “You won’t be going into the light, but your soul will be… destroyed in a way. We have no idea what happens to banished souls, other than they’re erased from earth.”
His eyes blinked and slowly I saw how his expression turned hopeful. “And you can do that?”
“I can,” I replied, thinking of a way to tell him how much I despised doing it, hoping he would choose the light instead. “I see the last moments of the one I banish, their thoughts, feelings, all of that, before they’re gone completely.”
He frowned. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant, experiencing death over and over again.”
“It’s not,” I agreed. “Which is why I’ve only done it once.”
“I can’t ask you to do that for me—”
Dylan opened the bedroom door, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he searched for me, he seemed to breathe easier when he found me on the bed. He was clearly not quite awake, as he just slumped on the bed next to me, pulling me down with him to sleep.
When I looked away from my cute boyfriend, Jørgen was gone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dylan
The familiar sound of snoring came from my right and I smiled lovingly at Mike. It was still early morning it seemed, but I felt energized and ready to take on the day. This vacation had been crucial for Mike’s wellbeing and even with the ghost here, he still seemed to relax and focus on enjoying life. It wasn’t easy working with death so much and he still had to get used to seeing ghosts everywhere. With that last thought, I slowly made my way out of bed and got dressed. Mike deserved some delicious breakfast and with my good mood, it would without a doubt taste amazing.
As I grabbed the ingredients in the kitchen, I watched my palms to check if they were ready to be used, the scabbing had healed perfectly fine, so I grabbed a pair of cooking gloves and began crackingthe eggs. I’d decided on pancakes, something easy to make but still time consuming. The sun was rising steadily, but I had no idea how long Mike would sleep. With Mike’s energy it was hard to figure out how much rest he needed, but we knew he hadn’t gotten enough rest ever since he found Erik. This week would be the first time he could truly relax without having a ghost follow him around. Perhaps he could even help the cabin ghost out so we had the place to ourselves. But that was mostly just me being selfish. I didn’t want an audience when I was with Mike, and I knew he felt the same.
Mike’s soft footsteps came closer and I smiled at the opening before he was even in sight. His cheeks were filled with wrinkles from his pillow and he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday. I grinned at him, “Good morning, handsome. Fancy some pancakes?”
He blinked tired eyes at me and then a slow smile spread across his face. “I would love some.”
“Perfect! I also got the cocoa ready, just need to warm it. Marshmallows or whipped cream? I bought both.”
He seemed to think it over. “Whipped cream. I think that will go better with the pancakes. I’ll save the marshmallows for my night-time cocoa.”
I nodded. “Great choice. Have you looked outside yet?”
He hurried closer to the window, peering out at the bright snow with squinted eyes. “Wow, it snowed while we slept.”
“Maybe we should take a short walk after breakfast, get a feel of the area,” I suggested.
“I would love that,” he smiled, returning to sit at the kitchen island as I flipped the pancakes. “But let’s stay close by just in case, I don’t want us to freeze our butts off.”
I chuckled at that. “Deal. You want to grab a quick shower before we eat? This will still take a while.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” he said, standing from his chair. “Even if I would’ve loved showering with you.”
I snorted at that, “If you think we can both fit in there, sure.”
“Fine,” he relented. “I’ll just wash myself.”
“Good boy,” I winked, grinning when he shot a glare my way as he left the kitchen.
“I get why they wear sunglasses now,” Mike groaned. “Why is snow this damn bright?”
We were walking along a path that should lead us to a restaurant, one I figured Mike would prefer over the resort one. This one just happened to be close by and served hot meals that were perfect for this cold weather. Not that the other restaurant didn’t sound lovely as well, but this was more our scene. Cozy and comfortable seemed to be their whole vibe. The resort one was either buffet style or had fancier dishes. It had a bright and modern design, making it less intimate, in my humble opinion.
