Worlds Apart (53 page)
I had to be sure Delancey was still behind me. I only had one shot at this. I shouted out her name, again and again. There was no sound behind me. There was still no answer.
I could see my body several yards away. Sal was next to the Leviathon machine; I was back. The Leviathon was powering up, and the magnetic pull was too strong to resist. Sal yelled out that I had to return.
“Delancey, I am going to reach back; just grab my hand if you are there,” I pleaded. I reached out, and reached out further, trying to touch her hand. It was then that something reached back toward me.
I felt a cold, bony hand, like that of a skeleton. It grabbed my hand sharply, and I pulled back, frightened. I involuntarily glanced back. I saw Delancey, falling backwards, reaching out to grab my hand. A single breath escaped her angelic lips. Behind her, was the God of Death, smiling, pulling her toward him, into the eternal abyss.
“David!” she screamed.
“Delancey!” But it was too late. She was gone. I had already started to re-enter the material world.
I was in my body just seconds later.
Sal was sitting next to me. I felt weak, exhausted, like I had traveled for miles. I told Sal what had happened.
“I need to go back,” I said.
“There is no going back. You were gone too long,” Sal said.
It was daybreak. The sun had risen. It was over. She was gone forever. I had lost her twice, and once again we were worlds apart.
The End
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