Page 50 of When the Snowman Whispered
“A lot.”
“Tell me.”
“I have. . .something to take care of.” He gazed off at the sun. “I also should be finding the light. We all should be.”
“You mean the spirits that took over Santa and the mermaids?”
“Yes.”
“O-kay and then what?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’ve never searched for it. I would rather stay in the middle of this balance between seeing your world and living in mine. I don’t know what happens after the light.”
“I don’t really understand any of this.”
“Then you’re truly living.”
My bottom lip quivered. “And how will you come back to me next time?”
“On any day of a full moon, maybe you can create me from something on earth—rock, soil, clay, anything. And then whisper my name as you form me. Think of my hands on you as you carve each layer of muscle. When it turns midnight, maybe I’ll come alive.”
“And if that doesn’t happen?”
“Then maybe the other elements came into play.”
“What other elements? Another person or thing?”
“I don’t know what she is.”
I thought back to what Santa had said. “Is it this woman of disguises?”
He closed his eyes, but continued to run his fingers through my hair. “I would like to wait until tomorrow to answer that. For now, I want to enjoy this.”
“You have to answer more of my questions. I don’t get how any of this is happening.”
“When you believe, anything can happen.” He moved his hands from my hair and traced a circle around my nipple. “Do you believe that I will come to you tomorrow night, formless or not, but still in love with you?”
“You’re not in love with me. This is sex.”
“Maybe you should just believe in us and you’ll never be alone.”
I understood what he was saying, but he was a freaking snowman. Had this been a human man, it would’ve all made sense. Besides, I’d only known him for a few days and been utterly confused the whole time. Sure, I’d given him my body, but my heart was much harder to capture.
“I don’t know about any of this. I just have to take. . .these crazy moments one at a time.” Yawning a little, I rested against his chest.
“Just believe and you’ll never be alone.”
“Okay.” I sighed. “I’ll never be alone.”
“I’ll watch over you, Faith. I’m everywhere. We’re everywhere.”
“How?”
“I’m in the palm of your hand. I’m in the wind that blows through your hair and the silk that smooths against your skin. I’m the rays of the sun and you are too. You’re the tree and the soil that it’s rooted in. You’re the—”
“No. What I am is confused.”
“It doesn’t matter. Eventually, it will all make sense.” He smiled. “Just understand that I’ll always be watching you. I believe that I will still see you, even if I go into the light. Even if. . .you find another.”
