Page 39 of Beautiful Nightmare

Reggie.

Mariana.

MemeLord.

Amoy.

Tran.

Maria.

Bianca.

Hope.

Taylor.

Jenny.

Martha.

Kata.

Ria.

Music, My Inspiration.

Stella.

Eggo.

Mr. Kincaid.

Taylor Swift.

Waylon!

Pause song at 1:29

“How?”

Resume song

Pause song at 2:59

“What do you mean? Your house burnt down, and I couldn’t find you.” His stark white face contorts with confusion and his pearly white caninesglisten in the sun, sparkling to match his own skin as I take him in.

My mouth moves, but nothing comes out. Shock is making me speechless.

I force my words out, and at first I stutter. “I… I…” I clear my throat. “I saw it. I watched you die, the forever kind of death.” Tears of overwhelming emotion flow. “I was trapped for weeks, hopelessly broken knowing you could never return to me.”

“Baby, touch me, feel me. I’m here.” He chuckles, confused. “I tried to check on you, but no one was home whenever I would sneak by in the night. I came here often, hopeful, but ended up always disappointed because the cottage remained empty and lifeless until today.”

Baffled, I’m finding it difficult to comprehend Beckham’s words. Then, it dawns on me.

Hismind got into mine, adjusting timelines and my truths. Along with Beckham’s, because how could he not see me? I was there the entire time, screaming from the roof as fire danced in the front yard. Dammit!

Perplexed, I decide to stop trying to question it or figure it all out. Because it will take many months to file through it all, piece by piece. To put myself back together.

Wrapping my arms around Beckham’s neck, I jump into my vampire boy’s arms, my soul no longer fragmented. Temporary pain is lifted. And two beating hearts intertwine.

Resume song

The End.