Lost In Your Light

Epilogue

Tyler's POV

Two weeks later

It's been two weeks since we tried to revive Wyatt and he didn't wake up yet. Father meant the time when he will wake up depends what caused his death. Since it's not everyday someone dies because of injuries caused by a witch, we can't assess when the time comes. We don't even know if it worked or not. I hope it did. I can't bear the thought that he died just to save me. Me. I'm already dead, so it doesn't matter if I died again. The other's tried to convince me that he exactly knew what he was doing but I still feel like it's my fault. Again.

Currently, I'm in my father's office because he couldn't leave me all by myself right know. Emily told him that I was in the same state when she almost died and didn't want me to be alone. I sat on the oversized couch and tried to distract myself from my thoughts by reading a book. To be honest, the book is pretty awful. I don't understand the plot and the characters are getting on my nerves. Maybe I don't understand it because I'm thinking too much? Nah. The book is just horrible. I closed it and placed it where I found it.

I sighed and stood up from my seat. Emily was back home right now, mostly to process everything that happened the last few weeks. I wish they never happened. I decided to take a walk to clear my mind, which is non-stop thinking. Once I stepped outside, I walked without caring where I went.

After almost an hour of aimlessly walking I ended up back at the cabin. It's completely destroyed except for one thing: An envelope. Weird that this survived. I walked over to where it laid and picked it up. It seemed to be sealed with some kind of spell. I turned it around to find out from whom the letter was or who should receive it. It's from Wyatt to me. Great. How should I move on what happened when I find something like that? I took a deep breath and opened the envelope. I read the first few lines and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Dear Tyler,

I know you blame yourself for my death but it wasn't your fault. I knew what I was doing. I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. Even as just my friend. Losing you would have been my end but you would have it a bit easier because you think of me as your friend and nothing more. Not like me.

While I wrote this I could already picture your confused face. I didn't wirte this letter by hand but with my mind. Cool, right? What I wanted to tell you is that I influenced the directions you were walking to and that it worked. You revived me but I'm not completely awake yet. You have to tell me then why you did it. Why you used your only chance on me. I'm excited to hear your answer.

I can't wait to see you again.

Love, Wyatt

I didn't notice that halfway through the letter I started crying. It worked. He's alive. I smiled like an idiot at the paper and felt instant relief wash over me. My phone vibrated in my pocket, which caused my mind to get back to reality. I took it out and looked at the message I received. It was from Emily, asking me how I was doing. Instead of texting back, I called her and told her about the letter. She was happy to hear that the reviving worked and that she would try to come up as soon as possible.

After the call ended, I flew back to my father's office and showed him the letter. When he began reading, he looked up at me, confusion written all over his face.

"What's wrong?", I asked him.

"Since when does Wyatt think about you like that Tyler?"

Maybe I shouldn't have showed him. Telling him would have been enough. Well, how do I explain?

"Hey. Nothing's wrong with that. If you like him back I don't care either but I would appreciate it if you tell me something like that.", He said softly. I couldn't stop the blush, which was making its way to my face.