My Soul to Save
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She shook her head slowly, listening, though her arms remained crossed.
We went to the West End for ice cream at Marble Slab, and we got a caricature done together by a guy with an easel set up on the sidewalk. I still have it. Then you got carsick on the way home and threw up on the side of the road. Do you remember? You didnt tell anyone else about that, did you?
She shook her head again, her eyes wide. Tod? Addisons famous voice went squeaky, and broke on that one syllable. He nodded, and she hugged herself. How? Thats impossible. I saw you, and you were dead. You were dead!
Yeah, well, it turns out thats not always as permanent as it sounds. Nash spoke calmly, softly, and the tension in my own body seemed to ease at his first words. He was dead. But hes not anymore. Kind of.
Addisons shoulders relaxed as her gaze traveled from Tod to his still-living brother. How? That doesnt make sense. Yet she wasnt as upset by that as she should have been. With any luck, Nash could strike a balance between too-terrified-to-listen and too-relaxed-to-understand.
It doesnt make sense up here Nash tapped his temple but I think you know the truth inside. Youve seen strange things, havent you, Addy? His voice lilted up with the question and he stepped forward, capturing her gaze. You sold your soul, and you must have seen some pretty weird stuff in the process.
Addisons shock broke through her mild daze for a moment, and she opened her mouth, but before she could ask how he knew about her soul, Nash continued. But all of that was real, and so is this. So is Tod.
Her gaze slid to the reaper again, and now that Nash had calmed her fear and quieted that stubborn human denial, I could tell she really saw him. How did youget here?
The reaper shrugged, and mild mischief turned up the corners of his lips. I distracted the guard at the door, then doubled back.
Addison frowned, then a small smile began at her mouth and spread to include those famous, eerily pale eyes. I see death hasnt killed your sense of humor.
Though, the great dirt nap hadnt exactly revived it, either.
She laughed over her own lame joke. Wow. Thats not a sentence I ever expected to say.
So, are you okay with all this? I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Done freaking out?
She shrugged and propped both hands at her waist. I cant promise there wont be a relapse, but Tods clearly here and alive. I cant really argue with the facts.
I liked her already.
So, can we sit? Tod gestured toward the plush seating arrangement.
Yeah. Addy rounded one of the stiff-looking, green-upholstered armchairs and sank into it,waving a hand at the matching green-striped couch. But my mom will be back in a few minutes, and shes not going to take this anywhere near as well as I am.
No doubt, Tod mumbled. He sat in the chair opposite Addys, while I took the couch. At Tods signal, Nash locked the door to give us warning when her mother returned, then he joined me on the couch. You remember my brother, right?
Of course. Nash. Its been a while. She crossed her legs and smiled, as if we hadnt come to discuss her immortal soul and impending suicide. Addison was much more poised than I would have been in her position, and I have to admit I was a little jealous of her composure. But then, maybe that was one of the advantages of being an actress.
That, and massive fame and fortune.
Her gaze slid my way, and she made actual eye contact. And youre Kaylee, right?
I nodded and gave her a genuine smile. People hardly ever remembered my name after only one introduction. I was pretty forgettable. At least, when I wasnt screaming.
Tod cleared his throat to get everyones attention, and I turned to see him watching Addison intently from the chair opposite hers. One impeccably solid foot tapped the thick carpet. Addy, you cant kill yourself, he said, and it took the rest of us a second to absorb his abrupt launch into a conversation no one else seemed prepared for.
Addison recovered first. Hadnt planned to. She shrugged and smiled, then launched into a question of her own. So, how are you alive now, when you were dead two years ago? Did your mom freak out, or what? Unbridled curiosity illuminated her flawless features better than any stage lights could have.
Its complicated. Tod tugged briefly on the blond fuzz at the end of his chin. Ill tell you all about it later, but right now I just need to know youre not going to kill yourself. The gravity in his voice surprised me, and Id never seen Tod look so frightened. So genuinely concerned for someone else. Please, he said, and that last word wrung a bruising pang of sympathy from my heart, though I wasnt sure which of them I felt worse for: the soulless pop star with five days to live, or the reaper who would lose her again.
Addisons brows furrowed. I said I wont. I love my life. She spread her arms to take in the entire room, as if to ask who wouldnt love her life.
Tod exhaled slowly, his features weighted by doubt and worry. He didnt believe her. How could he, considering Libbys inside information?
Maybe shes not planning it yet. I shifted to lean against Nashs chest. His arm wound around me, his fingers spread across my ribs, and my pulse raced in response. Maybe whatever drives her to it hasnt happened yet.
We went to the West End for ice cream at Marble Slab, and we got a caricature done together by a guy with an easel set up on the sidewalk. I still have it. Then you got carsick on the way home and threw up on the side of the road. Do you remember? You didnt tell anyone else about that, did you?
She shook her head again, her eyes wide. Tod? Addisons famous voice went squeaky, and broke on that one syllable. He nodded, and she hugged herself. How? Thats impossible. I saw you, and you were dead. You were dead!
Yeah, well, it turns out thats not always as permanent as it sounds. Nash spoke calmly, softly, and the tension in my own body seemed to ease at his first words. He was dead. But hes not anymore. Kind of.
Addisons shoulders relaxed as her gaze traveled from Tod to his still-living brother. How? That doesnt make sense. Yet she wasnt as upset by that as she should have been. With any luck, Nash could strike a balance between too-terrified-to-listen and too-relaxed-to-understand.
It doesnt make sense up here Nash tapped his temple but I think you know the truth inside. Youve seen strange things, havent you, Addy? His voice lilted up with the question and he stepped forward, capturing her gaze. You sold your soul, and you must have seen some pretty weird stuff in the process.
Addisons shock broke through her mild daze for a moment, and she opened her mouth, but before she could ask how he knew about her soul, Nash continued. But all of that was real, and so is this. So is Tod.
Her gaze slid to the reaper again, and now that Nash had calmed her fear and quieted that stubborn human denial, I could tell she really saw him. How did youget here?
The reaper shrugged, and mild mischief turned up the corners of his lips. I distracted the guard at the door, then doubled back.
Addison frowned, then a small smile began at her mouth and spread to include those famous, eerily pale eyes. I see death hasnt killed your sense of humor.
Though, the great dirt nap hadnt exactly revived it, either.
She laughed over her own lame joke. Wow. Thats not a sentence I ever expected to say.
So, are you okay with all this? I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Done freaking out?
She shrugged and propped both hands at her waist. I cant promise there wont be a relapse, but Tods clearly here and alive. I cant really argue with the facts.
I liked her already.
So, can we sit? Tod gestured toward the plush seating arrangement.
Yeah. Addy rounded one of the stiff-looking, green-upholstered armchairs and sank into it,waving a hand at the matching green-striped couch. But my mom will be back in a few minutes, and shes not going to take this anywhere near as well as I am.
No doubt, Tod mumbled. He sat in the chair opposite Addys, while I took the couch. At Tods signal, Nash locked the door to give us warning when her mother returned, then he joined me on the couch. You remember my brother, right?
Of course. Nash. Its been a while. She crossed her legs and smiled, as if we hadnt come to discuss her immortal soul and impending suicide. Addison was much more poised than I would have been in her position, and I have to admit I was a little jealous of her composure. But then, maybe that was one of the advantages of being an actress.
That, and massive fame and fortune.
Her gaze slid my way, and she made actual eye contact. And youre Kaylee, right?
I nodded and gave her a genuine smile. People hardly ever remembered my name after only one introduction. I was pretty forgettable. At least, when I wasnt screaming.
Tod cleared his throat to get everyones attention, and I turned to see him watching Addison intently from the chair opposite hers. One impeccably solid foot tapped the thick carpet. Addy, you cant kill yourself, he said, and it took the rest of us a second to absorb his abrupt launch into a conversation no one else seemed prepared for.
Addison recovered first. Hadnt planned to. She shrugged and smiled, then launched into a question of her own. So, how are you alive now, when you were dead two years ago? Did your mom freak out, or what? Unbridled curiosity illuminated her flawless features better than any stage lights could have.
Its complicated. Tod tugged briefly on the blond fuzz at the end of his chin. Ill tell you all about it later, but right now I just need to know youre not going to kill yourself. The gravity in his voice surprised me, and Id never seen Tod look so frightened. So genuinely concerned for someone else. Please, he said, and that last word wrung a bruising pang of sympathy from my heart, though I wasnt sure which of them I felt worse for: the soulless pop star with five days to live, or the reaper who would lose her again.
Addisons brows furrowed. I said I wont. I love my life. She spread her arms to take in the entire room, as if to ask who wouldnt love her life.
Tod exhaled slowly, his features weighted by doubt and worry. He didnt believe her. How could he, considering Libbys inside information?
Maybe shes not planning it yet. I shifted to lean against Nashs chest. His arm wound around me, his fingers spread across my ribs, and my pulse raced in response. Maybe whatever drives her to it hasnt happened yet.
