ALANA
“Alana…” he called my name with his raspy low voice as if trying to figure out if I am real or not.
I just stood there, in so much awe at the truth that he is finally back to me. William is alive! William has come back to life. He is back to me! William has come back from the dead for me.
With trembling hands, I placed a hand on his cheek relishing the warmth in it. I am trying to convince myself to believe that this heat is going to be there for years while trying to forget that for once, I held his cold body in my arms.
“You are back to me, William,” I said in a trance, my mouth breaking up into a smile of relief. “William, you have really come back for me!”
In a split of a second, I pulled him ever gently in my arms, careful with his limbs, scared that once I blink, I would j
