tears.
“Cheyenne.”
“Yes?”
“You’ll always be my princess.”
“I love you, Colt,” I whispered.
“I love you too. I’ll always be with you…”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as Colt’s image faded from my vision.
“Cheyenne?”
My eyes cleared enough to see the remnants of the candle burning and Callon holding my hand. Daniel must have called for backup.
“I miss him so much.” Callon was speaking differently, in a tone of voice I’d never heard before. It cut through my despair, reaching far enough to touch my place of retreat. “I was breaking our family apart. I was the one who was so determined to push you in the right direction. I’m the one to blame for all of this, not you. It’s because of you that I realized how much my family meant to me. It’s because of you my heart aches…because of what I put you through. I’m so sorry…” He bowed his head as the candlelight faded away.
The thin wisp of smoke trailed upwards. My light was gone, but Callon was here. Callon was here baring his soul, and I couldn’t reject him anymore.
I moved closer , tossing the cupcake and plate to the floor.
“I’m here, Callon,” I murmured, my silence finally broken. “I’m here.”
His arms came around me, and he buried his head in my hair as we both held on. Holding on for all our losses and for all our pain.
A sudden peace began to cover me like a warm blanket. Daniel had wrapped himself around both of us. His salty tears ran down my arm.
“You’re back,” Daniel whispered. “You came back.”
Eventually Daniel let go, but Callon held on until my limbs became heavy and sleep overwhelmed me.
I woke to the softest caress on my cheek.
“Cheyenne,” Callon murmured. “Cheyenne?”
I inhaled and looked up into weary eyes.
“I’m here,” I whispered.
A weak smile broke through. “I want you to stay.”
I grasped his hand.
“I’ll try.” I knew I couldn’t say anymore than that. My heart was still heavy, broken, shattered, but I knew I needed to move on. I could deal with this heartache the way I’d dealt with the others…I’d bury it deep in my heart. It would all blend into the darkness at some point, it had to.
“I want you to leave this room.” He hesitated. “I want you to come with me.”
I pressed my eyes closed for a moment. This room had been my sanctuary. Leaving it would open me up. I was safe here.
“It’ll be okay.” He encouraged. “Daniel, Maes and I are here. It’s going to be all right. I want you to live here, to see and explore my home. We’re going to help you move on.”
My hands began to shake at the thought of the unknown. Move on . I knew I needed to, but Callon vocalizing it caused me to panic. I didn’t want to move on from Colt. I wanted him to be alive and with me always.
“Cheyenne.” Callon said softly, convincing. “He’d want you to see it.”
Callon helped me to sit up and pulled me to the side of the bed. I stood and suddenly my legs felt like jelly.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” His arm quickly snaked around my waist. “You’ve been in bed a long time. It will take time to get your strength back. But I’ll be here every step of the way.”
He led me to the bathroom , and for the first time I actually took in my surroundings. The room was decorated with white marble and ornate fixtures. Callon didn’t live in any ordinary home. This was plush and elegant, luxury at its finest.
After cleaning up and opening the door, I was astonished at what I’d chosen to ignore. An expansive four-poster bed adorned the center of the room, the bed I’d slept in with its silken fabrics. Large oil paintings hung throughout and a sitting area with antique furnishing s was nestled in a private corner. I glanced to my left and saw the sunlight peeking through the curtains.
“Do you like it?” Callon’s hand covered mine.
“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s just that I…”
“I know,” he replied. “But you’re here