Epilogue
Mike
A year later.
Dylan’s cousin was getting married, and I could only focus on all the ghosts in the church.
It was unsettling. If only the bride and groom knew just how many dead people were staring them down.
I almost shivered from the thought alone.
Thankfully, Dylan’s hand was laced with mine, making me able to survive this onslaught of emotions.
“She’s beautiful,” Dylan whispered just as his cousin walked down the aisle.
“She really is,” I agreed, loving her choice of a slightly pink tinted dress. I would explain it best as a light iridescent pink. It made her look almost ethereal.
On the front row where the closest family were placed, a young man sat at the end, a ghost next to him. The guy sitting was crying and so was the ghost, the ghost seeming in pain as he watched the guy cry.
“Who’s that?” I asked, discreetly pointing to the crying guy.
Dylan looked in the direction and whispered back, “My cousin. It’s his big sister getting married.”
“There’s a young guy next to him, a ghost,” I whispered back.
Dylan looked sad as he watched his cousin cry. “He lost his best friend in a car crash six months ago. I bet Micah is the one next to him. They were inseparable.”
“Oh,” I whispered, feeling my heart ache for them.
“I bet he’s waiting for Seth to join him.”
“That’s so sad,” I whispered. Seeing the longing in Micah’s gaze as he watched his best friend cry tears that seemed brought on by hurt rather than happiness for his sister.
Dylan nodded, “I haven’t spoken to him much since the accident, mostly because he didn’t respond.
I think the only reason he left his apartment was because he loves his sister.
” He sighed, “But I think she could’ve picked another church.
I know she likely had this planned and booked for ages, but bringing Seth to the same church where Micah’s funeral was held at? That’s just cruel.”
I almost gasped out loud, my eyes finding them again.
Suddenly Seth’s tears made sense. He was grieving hard and his best friend was stuck by his side, meaning they were touching when Micah had died.
Seth had been in the same car crash, seeing his best friend die beside him.
My heart ached for both of them, but there sadly was nothing I could do.
Micah would wait and that was his decision.
Maybe he was just staying by Seth’s side until Seth had grieved him enough and Micah felt safe knowing he would be okay?
“Sweetheart?” Dylan’s soft whisper had my attention back on the happy couple as they shared vows, while Penny and Linette sat sobbing next to us, talking way too loudly about how that would be us someday.
I couldn’t wait.
Mike
One year later.
I had everything planned. The snowy cabin in Norway, the exact same one we visited a year ago. Matching pajamas, because Dylan loved things like that. My newest lacy jockstrap and our favorite whip. But most importantly, I had the ring.
Dylan smiled beside me on the plane, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He was just so breathtakingly gorgeous as the sky passed us by outside the small plane window.
“I can’t wait,” he said, pecking my lips. “A vacation is just what we need.”
I hummed and kissed him again. “We need one week’s vacation in Norway every year. Just pure vacation and no work.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “You love that we get to travel as much as we do.”
“Guilty,” I grinned.
If I knew being a medium would give me the ability to travel as much as we did, I would’ve been much happier when I’d gotten my abilities.
Rino had us working cases all over the planet.
We got the most interesting cases because of it.
We still had our small apartment, but we were rarely there so what did the size matter?
We’d talked about investing in a house when we slowed our travelling down, but we hadn’t reached that stage yet, both of us loving that we got to see the world together while being paid to do so.
My degree wasn’t a waste, mostly because I understood certain cultures and could help the ghosts better because of it.
I held Dylan’s hand in mine and tried my best to swallow my nerves.
I knew we were bonded for life, but still I worried.
I guess everyone did when they had to physically ask for forever.
And I wanted to ask this time, not just take.
I wanted to ask for him to be mine. For me to always be his.
I knew he was mine as I knew I was his. But actually asking felt so important to me, I simply couldn’t let it go.
Dylan
I’d found the ring two days before we left for Norway, a secret I wouldn’t even take to my grave.
I’d keep it within my fucking soul for eternity, though.
I had plans with my sweetheart even in death and he would never ever find out that I knew about his proposal.
I’d been thinking of proposing myself soon, mostly because I really wanted a big wedding to show off my wonderful husband.
Mike just beat me to it, and I loved that.
We’d arrived at the cabin an hour ago and he was clearly stressing himself out.
My poor Mike knew without a doubt I was his for all eternity, but he still had those doubts because Vera had told him so many times that he demanded too much in their relationship; that he was too selfish.
Slowly, I was erasing her from his memories, and thankfully, she’d gotten pregnant and moved to another city, far away from us and our happiness.
“Can we get changed to our pajamas yet?” I pouted.
I wanted out of my travelling clothes and into the soft fabric that felt like a caress over my skin.
I’d bought us matching ones for Christmas—and many more after that.
It might be more of a possessive urge to match with my man, but considering no one saw us when we wore them, I would think it was simply because Mike looked so cute in comfy clothes, all soft and ready for cuddles.
“Fine,” he relented, opening one of the suitcases to find his blue set and my green one.
We both got changed but before I could ask for cuddles and a movie, he exclaimed with excitement, “It’s snowing!”
Running for the biggest window overlooking the forest, we sat on our knees on the couch, beaming with joy. We loved snow, and last time it had only snowed at night. We’d hoped to see it this time. Under an hour in the cabin and our wish had already come true.
I turned to face Mike, wishing to see the joy on his face, but instead of joy, I found a nervous smile. I glanced down at his hand and saw the ring nestled in a navy-blue ring box.
“Will you be mine forever?” he asked, blushing prettily as he batted his lashes in the cutest way.
I knew it would happen here, but still I cried as I looked into my bonded’s eyes. So much love and hope gleamed back at me.
“Yes,” I said, cupping his face with my hands and kissing him, hard, deep, lovingly. The ring fell on the floor as I moved Mike to sit on my lap, both of us smiling at one another.
“What kind of wedding do you want, fiancé?” Mike grinned.
“I want the one where I marry you,” I replied simply. “That is all I want, Mike. You.”
The End