Epilogue

CALLUM MASLOW

T wo weeks later, I was finally discharged.

The doctors couldn’t understand why I didn’t need the same recovery time and assistance as would normally be required after six months in a coma, but I felt great—like I hadn’t been days from actually dying.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact I’d been a ghost, or the way Sekani got me back into my body. Whatever the reason, today was a good day.

Sekani unlocked the door to his apartment, and we were alone at last.

River and Waylin had business to take care of that would keep them away for a couple weeks. Mom was mostly done fussing, though she called at least twice—sometimes three times—a day to check on me. I never complained, but I was happy to be out of the hospital and here with Sekani.

The apartment didn’t look any different than the last time I was here—he’d spent most of the last two weeks with me at the hospital.

The art supplies he got me were still in the living room. It was weird in some ways, being here , here—as a person and not a ghost. It was like returning to a familiar place, though technically I’d never been here before.

“It’s strange. I pretty much lived here for weeks and yet this is my first time in your place.” I flopped down on the sofa.

Sekani sat next to me, looking around. “I feel like I should have dusted, sprayed some air freshener—something.”

I laughed and shook my head. “There’s no reason to make a big fuss.”

We still had a lot to learn about each other, but in a lot of ways it felt like we were already friends—more than friends, honestly. I knew, now that I was in a body— my body—I wanted to explore this thing between us.

“I guess you’ve seen all the mess already,” Sekani said.

“Yup. You’ve been the meanest asshole in the world and the nicest guy in existence to me so I think I can handle some dust.” I’d seen both sides of him, and even though I didn’t like him very much when we first met, he was actually a good person.

I hoped he liked me better now too. All the kisses we’d traded seemed to indicate he did.

“Now what?” Sekani asked.

I grinned. “You can show me your handcuffs.”

He smiled in return. “I can do that.”

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