Page 90 of Unhinged Magic
Skye
Airrushedintomylungs in the strangest of ways: like it did, but didn’t all at once.
Why did that feel so wrong?
My eyes flickered open, confusion blinking them shut again momentarily, until the intricate etchings of patterns came into focus, sprawled over the ceiling above me.
“You came,” whispered a disbelieving voice beside me, scaring the living daylights out of me.
I attempted to sit upright, but nausea ballooned throughout me when the movement was less of an action and more interpretation. As if failing to understand its order, my torso lagged a few seconds behind, as if dragging through each second. Floating.
Swerving my gaze to the voice, I found the ghost I knew to be Landon sitting beside me, wonder spreading into all of his features.
His dark orbs blew wide, an uncertainty holding him in place, it seemed. As if just as confused as I was. His slack jawline hollowed out his already chiseled cheeks even further with themotion, naked lips parted slightly. The spitting image of Wesley. His twin.
Only I was certain this soul, as it was, no longer belonged to Landon.
Reality dawned on me as I remembered how I had gotten myself here, between the veil of life and death. A place I swore I would never step foot in.
I pressed my hands to my temples, my limbs drifting like a distant memory of someone I used to know. All of this felt so wrong.
“You’re really here,” the stranger beside me whispered again, making no attempt to hide his disbelief.
Scurrying to my feet as best as ghost me could, my shoes barely dusted the floorboards, limbs flailing. I stammered with the comprehension I had done it. I had managed to get myself here. With him. The void.
My words left me so quietly I struggled to hear them myself. “Who are you?”
At that point, he also raised to his feet, if that was even the right term for it. He made sure to keep a suitable distance between us.
“Sorry I’m…” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, it seemed. “You really are beautiful.” He sank his hands into his pockets, his gaze sinking into every inch of me.
It felt so strange, like I knew him but didn’t. I couldn’t comprehend the feeling.
Gathering a steady breath, I willed myself to not let him see my apprehension.
“What is your name?” I spoke cautiously, a mixture of fear and zero expectations keeping me on edge.
He rushed a hand through his hair, the hair that fell over his forehead just as Wesley’s did.
He didn’t speak, only stood before me looking like a shadow of the man I desperately loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Please. I came here to find you. To sort this all out. Can’t you at least speak with me?”
“I never meant to hurt you.” His rich tone rolled over me like fine leather. Smooth, and slightly deeper than expected. “My name is Edward.”
Edward.The name of the man in the photo.
Do. Not. Freak. Out.
Opting for silence, I let him continue, closely watching him drift to the window.
“This was your favorite room,” he said with a subtle motion of his hand, and my mindspiraled.
Yourfavorite.
As in mine.
“I’m sorry, what?” I questioned, keeping my place in the middle of the living room.
