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Doliver.
On the sidewalk.
Talking to Willow.
After that, too many moments have felt like a dream.
My nails plunge into Doliver’s wrist, and I know this isn’t a dream. I know that the distant, fragile pictures fighting for purchase in my head aren’t a dream. I know. Maybe it’s the only thing I know. “Tell me everything.”
Pain ripples in Doliver’s eyes as they pull off me to settle elsewhere.
“Please.”
He doesn’t move.
“I…” Fear constricts my throat. Echos of words I can’t make sense of tumble into my skull. Frost in sunlight. An encounter I don’t really remember. A promise that someone—Doliver—would know even if I didn’t.
This is the edge of something—of everything—I have been looking for. Maybe for my entire life. My mind works, chaos, explosion after explosion of white-hot thoughts rippling all over one another. My nails break his flesh.
And he remains silent.
“Me,” I whisper, dragging him closer. “Is it me?” My voice pitches. A shock wave skates through my blood stream.
Color drains from the pale slashes across his skin, leaving them ghastly.
So much doesn’t make sense.
So much doesn’t seem remotely possible.
All I know is that Doliver is here. Doliver is here, and he just broke someone’s wrist to protect me. Doliver is here, and Oxford isn’t. Doliver is here, and he calls me sunshine, like the song he wrote for the girl. Doliver is here, and if he’s Oxford…
If he’s been my chihuahua for the past year, then—
Then it is so complicated.
A tear traces down my cheek, and my voice shakes. “Doliver. Is it me? Am I the girl?”
His eyes close. “…yes.”
My brain stops.
Restarts.
Every shattered, broken, aching piece falls perfectly into place.
Magic exists.
My dog is a person.
I’m the girl.
A ton still doesn’t make sense, but I know one thing above all else.
I can’t lose this.
Grabbing his shirt, I yank his mouth to mine, tasting his curse when it falls against my tongue.
He gasps, shaking, as his mouth melts over mine and falls into the kiss like it’s second nature. His hand twists to grip my wrist and pull me closer. His other hand plunges into my hair, clutching the roots. He holds me like every word he’s ever sung consumes his soul in the same way they’ve consumed mine.
