Finally I'm done crying. My head is on Wraith's shoulder, his arms around me. I honestly don't think I have any tears left. It's not possible.
"Wraith, what happened when I got mad?"
He sighs. "Thy skin turned translucent and thee slipped between barriers to the supernatural side. Tis something thee can do as an eidolon."
I sniff and wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand. "So I really am an eidolon?"
Wraith nods and produces a box of tissues from a table beside the couch.
"Thanks," I mumble. I feel horrible.
"As strange as this may seem to thou, I understand exactly how thee feels."
I wipe my eyes again and look up at him. "Really?"
He nods. "Before I knew I was an eidolon, I thought I loved this girl. It was our one year anniversary and I was bringing her tulips."
"It was her favorite flower. I went to her home, and there was a strange automobile in her driveway. I thought it was just a family friend or such."
"But it wasn't," I say softly.
"But it wasn't," he confirms. "I walked in and saw her on the couch kissing another man. She didn't see me, for as soon as I saw that, I threw the flowers down and ran out of the house. I knew I had to get away for awhile, so I faked my death and went to the supernatural side. I would not have left had thy father not asked me to watch over thee."
I nod and put my head back on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
He shrugs. "Tis fine, 'twas not thy fault. I told thee so that thou would know I understand what thou art feeling."
"What was her name?"
I laugh. "Italian for 'angel.' that's ironic."
Wraith nods. "Very. I thought the same thing."
"Wraith, can I ask you a slightly personal question?"
"When did you first realize you liked me?"
Wraith smiles. "When I asked why thee could wish to skip to school and I first heard thy laugh."
"But you didn't say anything."
He shakes his head. "Nay. I knew thee would still be hurting over Ryan's death and I could not force my affections on thee until thou was ready to move on."
I stay silent, lost in thought. Wraith moves his arm and I look up. He leans down and presses his lips against mine. Not too sure why, but I kiss him back and he deepens the kiss. His lips are soft against mine, and he tastes like caramel.
I suddenly pull back. "I can't do this," I whisper. "It's too soon."
"I apologize, Nikki. I should not have…"
I shake my head. "No, it's okay. It takes two to kiss."
Wraith's cheeks flush red. Why is he so hot? Why do I care? It's only the day after Ryan died. So much has changed today. I want to go back to this morning when I was just a mourning girlfriend. A clock next to the television suddenly chimes.
I look up. "It's already ten? What?"
Wraith looks up. "Kendra made thee think time was moving slowly, but thee was in a trance for hours."
"It took you hours to get the food?"
Wraith half smiles. "It took me hours to get it and put it away and to dispose of signs of your presence here."
Wraith looks at the clock again. "Does thee wish to go to bed?"
I shrug. "I guess. Today's just been…"
Wraith puts a hand on my shoulder. "Today hath been long and hard and trying for thee. Thou hath found out many new things about thyself, and there is still much that thee does not yet know."
"What more do I not know?" I ask incredulously.
Wraith sighs. "I shall tell thee tomorrow, I do not wish to cause nightmares."
I suppress a chill running down my spine. "Nightmares? Is my family history that bad?"
Wraith presses his lips together in a thin line. "I shall get thy bed ready. Thy bags and such are by the stairs."