Free both of us, I supposed.
I didn’t know what the future held for me, but as much as I realized I loved Dexter, I also knew he was a ghost, someone who had died long ago, and I was very much a living, breathing person. And I wanted to stay that way.
“Dexter?” I called as I entered, but received no response. I suspected I would meet up with him in the bedroom, as that seemed to be where he wandered the most.
I had stopped to eat on the way home, so I left my laptop downstairs and headed up the staircase to find Dex. My body already thrummed with anticipation of seeing him again.
What would I do if I could free him from this? I would have to live with it, I knew, but the thought made my heart ache like never before.
“Dexter, are you here?” I whispered as I entered the master bedroom. “Dex?”