Are You Real

The voice came from behind me. It was a voice I thought I'd never hear again.

I didn't want to move, afraid if I turned around, I would realize I was hearing things or it'd been a figment of my overactive imagination.

But I sensed movement.

My body began to tremble. Could it be? Was it possible? I was too afraid to find out.

His voice whispered in my ear. "Snowflake. You're back. I knew you'd come sooner or later. I've been waiting."

I had to see him.

Turning, my eyes caught hold of his face, and he was there, standing before me.

His gorgeous green eyes watched me intently, and a smile sat on his beautiful face. But even that could be my imagination.

My mind still wouldn't believe it.

I placed my hands on his arms, feeling the warmth radiating off him. His breathing was rapid, a hint of mint coming off his breath, and he smelled good.

Like my Gabe.

Still, I struggled to accept the truth standing in front of me. "Are you real?"

He pulled me into his arms.

Gabe! He wasn't dead.