Page 61 of Cosmic Soul


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“I have nothing but time for you.”

When Fyn said everything, he meanteverything. I told him more about my parents, as well as my brothers and my cousins, and all the trouble we got into. He didn’t understand all that I said, because I didn’t know the Drakconese equivalent of cow tipping or TP-ing the neighbors’ yards on Halloween, but his focus never wavered as I skipped around the circular room.Nothing I said was enough, and I talked more than I had in years, which was saying something (like seriously, I never shut up).

Finally, I stopped hopping around and sat next to his sprawled body. Fyn stretched his arms above his head and crossed his legs at the ankle. My eyes ate him up like a fucking buffet. Damn, this man was a sexy treat.

I leaned over him, and he asked, “Why did you stop, my Caleb?”

I brushed my fingers over his cheek. “It’s your turn to talk,” I said. His expression shuttered, and I frowned, worry plucking at me. “Sunshine?”

“There are some things you need to know about drakcol.”

“Alright.”

“When I said I was going to keep you, I meant it.”

“I know,” I replied. “I meant it too.”

“You do not understand.”

“What don’t I understand?”

“First, I should explain the risk of you staying here on this plane.”

“Alright,” I said slowly.

Why did I feel like he was trying to break up with me again? Oh my god. He was breaking up with me, wasn’t he? I shifted even closer, pressing my knees into him. We’d just gotten together, and he’d already changed his mind, which, I mean, kind of made sense with me being a ghost and all, but I liked Fyn. A lot. I swallowed a scoff. It was a damn sight more than like… but we hadn’t been together that long, and it was too much too fast.

His eyes remained on the stars above us. “There haven’t been many mediums before me, but each one logged their experience. In them, they speak of the danger of a spirit lingering too long.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, laying beside him.

“They vanish.”

“Pass on?”

“No,” he said, voice tightening. “The spirit vanishes. A spiritual soul who was a medium wrote that the spirit who lingers here too long will be unable to endure, and they will rip apart.” Fyn finally looked at me, eyes glassy. “If you stay, Caleb, you might vanish.”

He wasn’t breaking up with me; he was worried about me, as usual. Fuck, he was adorable.

“I have been here for twenty-three cycles. I don’t think a few more are going to end me.”

“A few more cycles,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t understand what I meant.”

“I did. I do. I might vanish or be ripped apart. To be honest, I’m shocked anything came after death in the first place. I’ll take the risk. You’re worth it, Sunshine.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” Didn’t he understand how utterly amazing he was? I would give up everything to be with Fyn. “I want to stay with you.”

“For a few cycles.”

Now, I didn’t understand. Eventually, Fyn would move on and find someone alive to spend his life with, which was fine (I guessed. I mean, I didn’t like the thought of that, but I wasn’t going to be an asshole… I wasn’t. Iwasn’t). He was alive, and I wasn’t. When that day came, I would start wandering again, trying to make my way back to Earth.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” I asked. “Tell me directly.”