He's dead. But I can't let him go. I hear his voice, his laugh. I only hear him at night. Maybe it's my dreams. Maybe my consciousness – I should of stopped him from sacrificing himself. I loved him. He shouldn't be dead. I used to think he was invincible, he was certainly built to be invincible. I was wrong. Clearly.

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"Dom!"

–

I should see a therapist. I hear voices in my sleep. Well, I hear a voice. His voice. But as I keep reminding myself, the dead cannot talk. I'm just suffering from grief. That's all. Stop thinking Dom, go back to sleep.

I am asleep. I can feel Logan's arms around my thin frame. The memory of Nathan's voice won't let me sleep properly. It keeps echoing around my skull, making my heart break all over again.

I'm going insane.

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"Dom?"

–

This time his voice is talking to me. This time, I ignore it. Even though I can feel him, in the back of my mind. I ignore the ghost in my head. Is this what grief does to you? I'm supposed to be lucky, but this isn't how I expected luck to work. I loved him. No. I still love him. What is lucky about losing the man you love?

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"DOM!"

–

The connection sparked, I'm awake. I sat up with such a force, the sleeping beast by my side stirred but did not wake. I fumble to find my gun, it's under the pillow – even Logan doesn't know I'd stashed it there. Someone had called me. I know it. It'd been loud, clear. That person was in this room.

Nothing. I checked. No sound from this room bar Logan's snoring. We're alone in this room.

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"Please, Dom..."

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It was faint. So faint that I had almost missed it, but there was no doubting it. Someone was calling me. Begging me to answer. I glance back to Logan. If I could hear it, he should too. His senses were far superior to mine, but he just slept. This voice was in my head. A telepathic call.

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"C'mon... Dom."

–

There it was again. Pleading for an answer. It wasn't the Cuckoos or Frost. But she didn't know anyone else who could do that. But there it was. In my head. As clear as day.

I really am going round the twist.

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"DOM!"

"Shit."

I know that voice. I also know it's impossible but there it is. Calling. Begging. Pleading. Maybe I have gone mad. Maybe it's just a cruel, sick joke. Maybe he's alive?

"But he's dead. Is it possible he's calling from... no. Dom, that's morbid."

Nathan hadn't used that link in years, not even when we had shortly been a couple. He just didn't use it. I'm not sure why, if I could do that, I'd use it all the time.

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"Sorry, Dom. I'm sorry. Just... just answer me."

–

Sorry for what? For dying?

"Nathan? Is – Is that you?"

There was a pause. I thought I'd lost the link. Lost my... mind. Of course, the dead can't talk let alone reply.

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"I just want to talk... I don't know what's going on. Everything... Everything is different."

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"I'm not alone. Hold on."

I got up and of course, that would wake up Logan. He looked worried but alert. I smile sweetly even though it's clearly fake.

"I just need the bathroom. Go back to sleep."

"...Alright, kid."

With that. He was asleep again. I smiled softly to myself. Logan and I weren't a couple. We did not love each other. We just used each other to let out aggression, steam or simply – because we could. That was wrong. But neither of us cared.

"Well, what do you want?"

Ouch. I think that would of hurt him.

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"I'm sorry. I had no choice. Are you angry?"

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"I have absoloutly no idea what you are talking about, Nathan. The only thing which is pissing me off is this. You've re-established our psi-link for no god damn reason."

Wow, I sound like a bitch.

"You don't need to be sorry, though. You saved us all."

Except me. I'm the one who got wounded the most.

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"What? Dom... what are you talking about?"

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He sounded confused. So confused. Now I'm confused. How can he not remember dying. It was a big deal.

"Nothing. We could meet... at that pub in San Fran, the one you like the most. See you there."