Her sweet quiet voice rang in his ears. He put his hand on his chest over his racing heart and stepped a few feet back, tears freely spilling out of his eyes.
Ellie moved towards him, “Dale I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” She went to put her hand on him but he retreated. He turned around, giving her his back.
“Dale...”
“This isn’t possible,” he gasped. “I must be dreaming. You can’t be alive.”
Ellie hugged him from behind, placing her hands on his chest. “I swear I’m real.”
Carson shivered when she touched him. It was like someone had placed a smoldering hot iron against his skin. Hesitantly, he rested his hand on hers. He felt her ring rub against his and his heart stopped again.
“Dale, please look at me.”
He turned around slowly, each second praying that he wasn’t dreaming. Ellie
