MY DEAD LOVE

Whispers

ng before her eyes. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts. The house was cold, but a

," she whispered

smudge on the glass, or maybe her grief was playing tricks on her. She had been exhausted sinc

n, she wasn'

he mirror and forced herself to move. Don't let

e room was exactly how she had left it a year ago-her bed neatly mad

aken a few months before his death. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders,

, she felt a

wling under the covers, she pulled the blanket over herself, hoping that s

night A

t then, something pulled her fr

his

t, but unm

thed in the dim glow of the moon. Th

ely

th caught in

ng. The room was empty-silent. But t

omethin

m, where the shadows seemed to thicken unnaturall

began

d run, but her body wouldn't obey. She was

t appeared, the darkness r

r the lamp on her nightstand, her fingers shaking as she switch

s nothin

per. No

breathing and the p

uttered to herself.

wn, she kne

-someone-

rch for

felt any relief. She hadn't gone back to sleep after what she saw-or thought she saw. Instead, she spe

at voice. It had sou

the kitchen, she had made up

through her phone. She searched for any logical explanations-grief-i

of it f

d her coat and keys. There was only on

Hol

storyteller, a keeper of secrets. If there was any history about th

d, the bell above the door chiming as she stepped inside.

m behind the counter, her g

as if she had been expect

rd. "Yeah. I need t

hen gestured toward the table near the wi

cked her lips, then finally whisper

n didn't loo

she simpl

are you ready to let him go? Or

blood r

echoed, her voice ba

rld, child. Things beyond life and death. If he is still here, then perhaps he

n down Evel

eally bring

could...