Mania (Fever Dreams Collection #1)

Denouement

Living souls don’t interest me much.

Those still trapped in a spiraling mortal coil. Their emotions pervade the air like pungent perfumes I’d rather stay away from. I prefer my souls cleaner. Absolved from the suffering existence of the human plane. Forever walking across the tightrope of my liminal space.

Not quite dead. Not quite alive.

My only exception is him.

My favorite. My only.

Then one summer day, she arrived.

Her soul hummed like a long-lost language, and I recognized every word. Ancient, and far, far wiser than the girl it was trapped inside of.

Her soul almost felt like … kin.

And it’s then I knew.

She was meant for him.

An offering.

A proxy of the touch I so yearned to give him.

But this girl …

She’s much too small for the size of her soul.

Her emotions cumbersome in their intensity.

Pushing her to leave. Pushing her to run.

She can’t leave .

He needs her.

So, I intervened.

And she stopped running.

Now he can have her.

And I can have her too.