“Does any of this have anything to do with your nightmares?”
“I don't know, probably. Cassius said some of them are a warlock thing but, I don't know.” He shrugged, still looking out over the pond. He stood from the swing and walked over to it slowly. Caelan stood, getting his leg over the swing and following him.
“Zeke?” he said gently.
Zeke didn't reply but had heard him. He went over and put a hand on his shoulder. Zeke stiffened briefly at the contact before relaxing and sighing.
“What's going to happen with all of this? The angel and demon stuff? What happens on Friday?”
“Friday is my twenty-ninth birthday. Apparently that's the day when it all gets decided. I'm not going to be part anything. I'll either be an angel or a demon with the powers of a warlock. Or...”
“Or what?” He didn't reply immediately. “Zeke, or what?”
“Or I'll die,” he whispered.
Caelan took in a sharp breath, releasing it shakily. “But... Everything will be okay, won't it?”
“I don't know, Cae. I really don't. I don't have a fate, or a destiny because I'm part angel so there's nothing to say I'll be fine.”
“But what about you and me, isn't that supposed to be fate?”
“It is. They gave me you because I was going to need someone that I trusted. And they gave us Beth because you'll need support through it all.”
Caelan didn't know what to say so he just hugged Zeke tightly, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing his face against the other's back. The tears started falling when Zeke held the hands wrapped around him.
“Don't cry, Caelan,” Zeke whispered.
“What else am I supposed to do? Smile and be happy about it?”
“No, just say yes to my next question,” Zeke said, sounding nervous.
“What is it?” Caelan asked, unable to help to curious tone in his voice. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
“My pocket,” was all he said.
Caelan frowned but reached around, searching for Zeke's pocket. He heard Zeke gasp.
“That's not my pocket, Cae,” he murmured.
Caelan smiled and murmured an apology, finding the pocket. He slipped two fingers in (the skinny jeans wouldn't have allowed any more) and pulled out what was in it. Before he could see what it was, Zeke took it off him and stepped away, turning to him and hiding it behind his back.
“What is it?” Caelan asked.
A nervous smile appeared on his face. “You'll see.”
Zeke got down on both his knees and Caelan raised an eyebrow at him.
“Zeke, what are you doing?” he asked, cautiously.
Zeke took a deep breath. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this until after I’d told you, and now I have.” He took Caelan’s hands in his and looked up at him, flicking his hair to the side to reveal both of his blue eyes. “Caelan, I love you and I have ever since we were teenagers. I had to leave because I loved you too much. And I know that we’ve had tough times, but you’re still the one person I trust with everything. Absolutely everything.” He released one of his hands and turned the little thing over and over in his hand. He continued, looking down at it. “This used to belong to my mother. She was going to give it to me on my tenth birthday but... she couldn’t.” He looked up again. “Now I want you to have it.” He opened what Caelan now saw to be a small box and took a deep breath, turning it around and holding it up.