Prompt: “Think she’ll answer?”
Despite everything that happened, I never gave death much thought. As a psychic, I’ve always been hyper-aware of it. Being able to see the dead makes it hard to ignore. But even so I never thought about what it’d be like, never wondered. Honestly, I think a part of me didn’t want to know.
And now that I am, no amount of contemplation could have prepared me for it. For being a gatekeeper between worlds. For the utter loneliness of the position. I try not to let it get to me, but I find myself searching for Saxon and Adwin back home, to find something – anything – that will keep the despair at bay. Instead, it only makes it worse.
They’re in an abandoned house. Maya – our dog – nowhere to be seen. I don’t want to think about what might have happened to her. Adwin sits alone in a room, a single candle casting shifting shadows. He’s meditating.
Saxon arrives at the door. Leaning against the frame, he says, “Do you really think she’ll answer? That you can reach her?”
“It’s worth a try.”
“No. It isn’t.” He sighs. “And even if she did – there’s nothing we can do to get her back. You know that.”
Adwin doesn’t respond, his silence indication that he wants Saxon to leave. Something tugs in the back of my mind, and the pull spreads until I feel it in my chest.
Lexia?
Adwin’s voice strikes my mind, faint but definitely there.
That shouldn’t be possible.
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