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I’m not supposed to be here.
Death has come for me more than once, and each time it’s been a boy who’s
stood between me and my final breath.
I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my
life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time
before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm’s way; as
if I didn’t need any more saving.
This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I
know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.
Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together
somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I
The world thinks he’s missing.
His loved ones don’t want to believe he’s dead.
Only I know just how special he is.
I’m going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together,
we’ll face impossible—we’ll rewrite our ending.
And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.
His chin lifts and his eyes meet mine again, and our eyes lock for longer this time. My legs steady, and I remain perfectly still.
“I didn’t know where I was going, but I just drove. I took turns because they felt right, I stopped when something told me to. I went to this place.”
His brow draws in and he takes a deep breath, his lips relaxed but pulling at the corners, trying to decide whether to frown or speak. Eventually, he turns and moves toward his truck, and I follow for a few steps before giving him space. He reaches inside and pulls out a messy cluster of flowers, some of them still showing their roots from where he pulled them from the ground. He takes deliberate steps toward me, lifting my hand in his and wrapping my fingers around the bunch of peonies, my eyes focused on the perfect one in the very center.
“These are your favorites,” he says, and I look up into his eyes over the tuft of pink we both grasp between us. “I don’t know how I knew that, but I knew these were your favorites. They’re important.”
My lips part and I gasp a quiet breath before nodding slowly. I feel his other hand cover mine, closing over my knuckles, squeezing my grip tighter on the flowers. His feet take tiny steps forward, inches closer to me, as he holds my gaze hostage.
“You’re important,” he says.
My eyes break rank first, the cool tear finally giving way to gravity and sliding down my cheek before stopping and waiting for more.
“You’re important,” I say back to him.
The words barely leave my mouth before his right hand is cupping my face, his thumb drawing a gentle line under my eyes, sweeping the tear to the side but not extinguishing the proof that it existed.
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About Ginger Scott
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for pretty much ever. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).