Page 71 of Ghoul Me, Maybe
I step into him. “Iknow exactlywhat I’ve done.”
“You’ll feel everything I feel now. The cold. The pain. The tether. It doesn’t fade. Itanchors.”
“Then we drown together,” I say. “But I’m not letting you fade alone.”
Silence.
Then his hands cup my face.
His forehead rests against mine.
The air buzzes with the weight of what we’ve become.
“Why?” he asks, barely a breath.
“Because Ilove you,you arrogant, haunted bastard,” I say. “And I’d rather share a cursed soul with you than live a clean one without you.”
He kisses me.
And the darkness explodes.
CHAPTER 25
ELIAS
It starts with pressure.
Heavy.
Dense.
Like I’ve been buried under the sea again—but this time, the weight isdifferent.
Not cold. Not numb.
Justreal.
My chest rises on its own. Air forces itself in—actualair. Salt-laced and sharp. It cuts down my throat, and I cough like a man who forgot how to be human.
Pain follows.
Not phantom pain, not the dull ache of spectral drift.
This is flesh pain.
Burning. Pulling. Screaming through every inch of me like I’m being stitched back together from broken glass and bad memories.
I jolt.
Gasp.
The world explodes into color.
Blue sky. Golden light. The smell of scorched sand and brine.
And her face.
Sienna.
