Olivia's POV
Today was day five, and honestly, I hadn't seen much change in Lennox since the last time he called my name. But I was still hopeful. We had two more days left, two more chances to bring him back.
The witch had warned me that the fifth night was always the hardest, the night when the spirit began to struggle between staying and returning. So I sat by Lennox's bedside, not wanting to leave his side.
His face looked peaceful, too peaceful. It scared me.
"Please, Lennox," I whispered, brushing my fingers across his cheek. "Don't give up on me now."
The witch began her chants, the same low ancient words that made the air tremble. I closed my eyes, holding his hand tightly, and repeated the same prayer I'd whispered every night: "Find your way back to me."
The room felt warmer at first, then suddenly cold. A strange pull began in my chest, like something inside me was being tugged forward, drawn into a place that wasn't here.
Before I could speak, everything went dark.
