Falling for a Phantom in Time
During the rapid fall, that fragile embrace caught me.
Though I couldn't feel it, I knew it was him.
The young werewolf pressed his forehead against mine. His usually translucent face was now lit with a satisfied smile.
"Carly, I love you."
His voice echoed deep inside my soul.
Then, his body began to dissolve. From his toes upward, he turned into shimmering particles, vanishing into the raging wind.
Just before he disappeared completely, 18-year-old Ronan left me one last message.
"Don't forgive him."