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“Alek?” I feel Viktor’s hand on my shoulder as he shakes me. “What the fuck is going on here?”
I blink, and unable to tear my eyes away from the ghost of the woman I love, I ask, “Do you see her?”
“Of course, I fucking see her,” he mutters.
My body moves on its own, and when I reach Everleigh, I drop down to my knees in front of her. I carefully lift a trembling hand, scared if I touch her, she will vanish.
I hesitate for the longest moment, my eyes drinking in the sight of her beautiful face.
My heart is nothing but a whisper in my chest as my fingers brush over her cheek. I feel the heat of her skin and my heart stutters.
Wrapping my hand behind her neck, I feel her warmth again. I yank her to my chest and pull her onto my lap. Just like we did in the dark room, I hold the woman I love.
Is this really happening, or is it a dream?
I press my face into her hair, and when I take a breath of her, she smells different. Something fresh and sweet.
My body shudders, and I groan, “I miss you so much,moya malen'kaya lyubov'.” I start to press kisses against her hair. “It’s getting harder and harder to live without you.”
“What did you say her name was?” I hear Viktor ask.
“Everleigh…Everleigh Adams,” Rosalie answers. “Shhh…your mommy is okay. Everything’s okay. Shhh…” she pacifies the little boy.
Rosalie’s words sink into my mind, and pushing Everleigh back, I stare at her beautiful face again.
“Are you real?” I ask, my mind a mess of madness and confusion.
Everleigh looks at me as if I’m the ghost. A sob bursts from her before she nods.
Something detonates in me as the realization hits.
She’s real.
“Iisus Khristos,” Viktor whispers. “She’s alive.”
She’s alive. If they see her, she must be real.
The realization keeps hitting me in waves, my eyes locked on the woman I thought I had lost.
“You didn’t die?” I manage to ask.
She shakes her head.
When she doesn’t say anything, I beg, “Say something. Say anything!”
“I m-missed you t-too,” she sobs.
The bubble we shared for over two months wraps around us. I pull her back to my chest, soaking in the warmth of her body.
I don’t know how much time passes, and I don’t care.
Holding Everleigh, the cracks in my mind vanish, and my broken heart starts to mend, beating stronger than ever.
My shattered soul becomes whole.
She’s alive.
Again the realization hits, and again I push her back so I can see her face. Our eyes lock, and I feel her in my soul.
