So here we are at the final chapter and it is a very, very short one. As much as I wanted this to be a horror story I just couldn't bring myself to give it a "true horror ending." So, as with most of my stories, what you're left with is something bitter sweet.
I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you for reading!
She stood looking around, realizing that she was dreaming all over again. But it wasn't terrifying. It was like it used to be before all the trouble. Just a memory.
He was standing there, body disintegrating into ash as she watched his hand raise up toward her. His eyes were locked on hers and it didn't frighten her. If anything, she felt peace in that moment. Then he spoke the words she knew always followed.
"Are you afraid of me, woman?"
She inhaled slowly, deeply as she had that day and answered his question honestly. "I'm not afraid."
"I see." His response came like it always had, full of true understanding.
Her hand raised up, mimicking his gesture as she reached out to touch him but to her surprise he didn't turn to ash at their contact. Her fingers graced his and she was able to grab a hold of his hand. She stared at him with wide eyes, their fingers entwined, but he only returned her shocked gaze with a small smile.
"Did you find your happiness, woman?" He asked, though he seemed to already know the answer.
She looked from him to their hands, a tearful smile spreading across her face. Her eyes returned to his face to see an even wider smile gracing his lips and she nodded. "I did."
"I'm glad..."