Supernaturally by Kiersten White Page A

here and start messing with my life again, he was wrong. “Look, just because—”
    I opened my eyes to find myself utterly alone. The lamplight that seemed to glow before was now harsh, creating shadows and sharp lines but illuminating nothing. The darkness of the night pressed in on me from all directions, and my teeth started to chatter.
    “What am I doing here?” I whispered. And then quickly corrected: “ Out here. I meant out here.”
    I walked back to the diner. Ignoring Grnlllll, I went straight upstairs, stripping off my filthy clothes and standing in the shower until the hot water ran out. Miserable and unaccountably sad, I wanted to call Lend. I never felt empty around him. But then I’d have to tell him about tonight, and he’d be worried that Reth showed up again, and I didn’t want him to stress out about it. Instead I told Arianna I felt sick, climbed into bed, and willed myself to sleep.
    Things would feel better in the morning. They had to.
    My brain and body finally disconnected and I drifted off to blessed sleep.
    “Hey, stupid,” Vivian said.
    “Oh, Viv.” I broke into tears. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Dream On
     
    W hat’s wrong?” Vivian asked. We sat on a hill overlooking the ocean, stars in the black night sky reflected on the water. She put her arm around me awkwardly and I leaned my head into her shoulder.
    When she first started showing up in my dreams again after last April, it scared the crap out of me. She was so lonely, though, and I couldn’t help but talk to her. I still hadn’t forgiven her for killing Lish—I don’t think I ever will—but it was a topic we both avoided so that we could get to know each other. I understood now a little better where she came from, and I’d always sympathized with how deeply alone she’d been. Plus, being raised by faeries, she was bound to make bad choices. We treaded lightly around the hard topics, and somewhere along the way it felt like we really had become the sisters she always wanted us to be.
    Except she never took my stuff, which was nice.
    I wiped away tears. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sad, and I don’t know why, and I shouldn’t be—and here I am, complaining to you when you aren’t even—” I stopped, unable to finish. Vivian wasn’t going to wake up, ever again. When I took the souls from her, she hadn’t had enough of her own soul to live a normal life. It was my fault.
    “Hey, shush, don’t you worry about me. I’m fine.”
    “You haven’t visited in a while.”
    “Haven’t I?” She looked thoughtfully out over the water. “I’m here, or I’m nowhere, or I’m somewhere else entirely. It gives me a lot of time to think. But I never seem to get anywhere with it.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I know. Me, too. I try to make my life different in my mind, be the one who was strong enough to let go.”
    “You were, though.” I nudged her with my elbow. “You didn’t take my soul.”
    “That’s something, but it doesn’t really make up for the ones I did take, does it?”
    No. No, it didn’t.
    “Sometimes . . . sometimes I wish you had sent me with them.” She took my hand in hers, tracing the outline of the gate in the stars I had sent the souls through. Neither of us really understood what happened that night. We might both be Empty Ones, capable of opening gates between worlds, but that didn’t mean we had any idea how it worked. “I wonder what would have happened if the faeries hadn’t sent me after you, if they’d realized I had enough energy to open a gate myself. Lucky for us that my faeries were idiots, but I can’t help imagining it. I think I’d like to see what’s out there.”
    I let out a heavy sigh. “Someday we both will.”
    She laughed again. “Hey, stupid, it’s not a bad thing.”
    “It’s another way of losing people,” I whispered. “I feel like I’m doomed to lose everyone, always. I can’t seem to keep the people I love.”
    She squeezed my