Chapter 38
“Jeremy.” I reached for his hand, but it was like reaching for mist. “Will you…will you come back?”
“You know I can’t.”
“But just for a visit? Now and then?”
He didn’t answer me.
“How can I live without you?”
“One day at a time.”
“I love you so much.”
“And I you, James. Until the end of time. Good—”
“Not goodbye! Please, Jeremy! Not goodbye!” I begged shamelessly.
“All right, love. Not goodbye. Do svidaniya.”
I started to laugh—even as a ghost his accent was atrocious—but then he kissed me once more, and the dream faded to nothingness.
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The pounding that brought me to uncomfortable consciousness was not the London Philharmonic taking up residence behind my eyes and playing the “Anvil Chorus,” as I first thought.