Winds combedthrough my hair and caressed my cheeks as I walked home from the bar in a daze. Rolling clouds—the color of wet ash—crawled across the black sky, and a breath of dampened death lingered in the air. Fat raindrops fell like a leaky faucet, splashing my face and soaked clothes. The rain was coming to an end. Water sloshed in my leather saddle shoes, and the bun in my hair had fallen, hanging off me like a deadweight.
Both Kane and the girls had offered me a ride home, but I’d told them I needed to breathe.
I needed air, space, and to be away from them, but the silence was deafening, the night was whispering, and the paranoia was prickling behind my neck as my feet stumbled down Seaside Street.
I didn’t know what time it was either. Time passed fast and slow here. Time passed here as if it didn’t exist at all, a place of the in-between, liminal space. Maybe this was where I belonged all along. Weeping Hollow, the hidden town left in limbo.
As I turned the corner to Town Square, the wind howled around me and the hickey on my neck thumped under my skin, a pull to Julian. He was in my head. He was everywhere and nowhere. I couldn’t escape him.
Then that was when I heard it.
Small whimpers rose and fell and diffused into the air. I turned, scanning the pathway behind me, around me, all of the empty Town Square until my eyes landed on the silver outline.
Sitting over the gazebo’s steps was the little boy in the red and white striped shirt, hugging his knees that pressed against his chest. At first, he was no more than a shimmer of mist, the staircase appearing behind him—a poorly taken photograph from times beyond my existence.
My breath held in my lungs. My pulse sped. I should be used to situations like this, but the adrenaline was all the same.
It was the same ghost who’d led me to a distraught Julian in the woods only nights before. He was so young, merely a toddler, and so lost, it was slowly tearing at my heart. My posture turned rigid as I stared into his sad eyes that were brimming with tears as his tiny hands curled into fists.
And the ghost jumped to his feet! “Jai,” he cried.“Jai, stop! Stop it! Jai, no!”
He flickered across the lawn, coming closer, the winds swirling.
The strength of his wind pushed me back against the brick of the apothecary store when he appeared before me. His face was pale and blotchy, his hair wet, his eyes swirling with a mixture of pain and anguish.
“JAI, NO!”he screamed, and I felt his heartache bury itself inside me.
Another cold wind blew. It was the kind to trap itself in my bones as if my body was a door that had been left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again—a haunted house living inside me.
And the spirit fizzled like static to nothing. He disappeared.
“Jai, stop,”his eerie whispers continued, and I followed the sound down the path.
I didn’t know why, but this spirit needed me. The little boy was so strong, so ruthless, so determined, and I had to help.
My feet picked up when his cries did, and I turned frantic as the echoes faded. I reached the alleyway and bolted into the depths of the pitch-black, having no idea where he was leading me.
I ran and ran and ran, my feet numb and heels blistering, until my palms hit a chain-linked fence on the other side behind the shopping center. Under a single buzzing street light, Julian was standing in the middle of a basketball court with his bare back to me, his shoulders and muscles flexing, holding a girl by the throat in the air. A girl I didn’t recognize. She had short black hair, but not Ivy. Someone else.
“JAI, NO!”the spirit cried in my ear.
A scream ripped into the air and all around me. An earsplitting sonorous scream. Julian’s scream.
I tried fighting through it, and my fingers gripped the fence as I yanked back and forth.“Julian!”
He didn’t hear me. He didn’t even flinch.“Julian!”
Panicked, my gaze jerked for an opening. There was one at the far end. I moved quickly, passing a man who was sleeping against a dumpster, or dead. I didn’t have time to check.
“JULIAN!”I tried to scream over him. It was impossible.“STOP!”
The girl’s face was turning blue, and blood seeped from her ears as he held her high under the dim and humming light. He was locked in another world, a daze. With all my strength, I bulldozed into him, knocking Julian to the ground and the girl from his grasp.
Hours seemed short. Seconds seemed longer, but it hadn’t been hours that passed.
The girl coughed life back into her as she stumbled to her feet and took off across the basketball court. My head pounded, my face pressed against the cold concrete. I couldn’t hear anything. It was as if an atomic bomb had blasted inside my head. But Julian’s screaming had stopped. I knew that much.
I blinked, watching her half running, half screaming for help. Julian was lying beside me, his pant-leg grazing my bare one, his arm pressing against mine, looking up into the midnight sky as if he wanted to be a part of it. It was cold. It was wet. I was breathing. Julian was breathing. The girl he almost killed was breathing too, and running and alive. I closed my eyes and opened them again, unable to move from his side as if we’d become one.
