Emma heard something. It was an annoying, continuous buzzing in her ear. She had been at peace. Why couldn’t they just leave her at peace?
“Emma..” A soft voice whispered. One that she knew intimately well. It made her want to shiver and cry because she’d never see its owner again. “Emma, come back to me sweetling. You haven’t passed beyond the veil yet. Your connection to me holds you here. You’re not prepared to cross over and become mine completely.” The brush of soft lips against her ear made her want to raise a hand and knock away the offender, but she couldn’t find her hand. She’d only recently become aware that she still had an ear. “That’s it Emma, come along. Come back to me beloved, we’re waiting for you.” Like a path in the darkness, Emma followed a golden strand
