No More Secrets (Book 2)

19. Too Late

I awoke to someone screaming my name. Sitting up, I focused my gaze on Jenny, who was desperately trying to grab onto anything, probably with the intent to throw it at me, knowing her.

"Jesus, Jenny," I said, rubbing my eyes. "What time is it?"

She stopped what she was doing and stared at me. "Finally! I've been trying to wake you up forever! You gotta hurry - Dylan's about to do something stupid."

I jumped out of bed. I hadn't even realized he wasn't lying there next to me. Where was he? What was he doing?

"What's going on?" I demanded as I pulled on the first set of clothes I could find.

"Kitchen table. He left a letter. I wish I was able to read it faster, but of course, he had to fold it up." Jenny managed to grab my shoes and toss them to me. I didn't catch them. "Dylan's going to talk to Death. He won't survive it."

I froze. He was going to kill himself. He knew it was suicide. How he do that? Why hadn't I just told him Jenny's plan to do it? "Stop him," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "Wherever he is, get to him, right now. Tell him you were going to do it. Don't let him die."

She nodded before disappearing. I could only hope she got to him before it was too late. If not, I didn't know what I would do. I didn't think I could live without him.

I hurried out to the kitchen to find two pieces of paper laying on the table. They were both clearly unfolded and read, by Jenny. I snatched one off the table and, seeing my name on the top in Dylan's handwriting, I held back a sob before reading it:

Travis,

If it's not too late by the time you read this, please don't come after me. This is the only way I can save your life. I know what you'd say, that the lives of ghosts aren't worth my life. But to save you, it is.

Nina and I are going to do it, just like last time. She's going to help me die so that I can talk to Death again. Hopefully she'll be able to bring me back again, but I don't think that's possible.

That's why I'm writing you this letter, Trav. I need you to know why I did it. You're the love of my life. If that ghost woman managed to kill you, I wouldn't be able to live without you.

You, on the other hand, have so much more to live for, even if I'm not around anymore. I need you to move on. I know it'll be hard, but please do it? For me? I want you to be happy again.

I'm so sorry, Trav. I hope you can understand where I'm coming from. There is no other way, and I'd much rather it be me that has to die than you. I wish it wasn't the case, that we could get married and grow old together, but I know you'll find another guy one day who can be that person for you.

I'll always love you.

Dylan

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore as I sank to the floor, clutching the letter to my chest. I sobbed, knowing there was nothing I could do. Maybe Jenny got to him in time, but it was unlikely. He had this all planned out, I doubted he would have left time to be stopped.

Part of me knew that he was already gone. I was never going to see him again. Never see his smile, or hear his laughter. I would never help him up another set of stairs ever again. Or feel his gentle touch on my skin. Absolutely gone.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before I pushed myself to my feet. I wiped away my tears. Nina. He went there. I had to go there, too. If not to stop him, then I could at least demand some answers from her. Why had she let him do this? Why did she help? Why didn't they try harder to find another way?

But the real question I couldn't stop asking myself was why hadn't I told Dylan about Jenny's plan? She had asked me not to, but I should have anyway. I knew he was stressing himself out over it all. I should have just told him. His death was all my fault.

That sent me into another round of tears. I couldn't bare the thought of him dead. I thought I had lost him once, in the accident. But this felt so much worse. I knew he wouldn't survive this if Jenny didn't get to him in time. There were no doctors rushing him into surgery, trying to save his life. Just a psychic with no medical knowledge, except from what she's read in a book once.

My phone started ringing. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw Nina's name on my screen. I threw it across the room. That was it. She was letting me know what had happened. There was no hope left. Dylan was gone and she was the one that killed him.

I sank down to the floor again, unable to stand. My body shook from the force of my sobs, but I didn't care. All I cared about was Dylan. It hurt too much knowing that it was too late to stop him.

He wanted me to move on with my life, but I knew that I would never be able to love someone else the way I loved him. He had been my entire world. Now I had nothing.