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He drew me into his arms, right there in front of everyone, and leaned down.

“Happy birthday, Molly.”

Rick’s lips ghosted across mine. He angled his mouth against mine and I opened for him. My eyes fluttered closed. Tentative, I met his kiss and felt electrified. I clung to him, completely unsure about what I was doing.

He drew away, just a little, took a shuddering breath and returned. I was pressed so close to him that I could feel how his heartbeat matched the ferocity of mine. I felt awkward and amazed and—

We broke apart, grinning at each other.

“Open my gift, Mol.” He turned toward the fireplace.

I don’t know why he lost his footing.

Rick’s eyes went wide as he twisted, falling, his head bouncing off the corner of the stone fireplace.

I screamed.

With Curt’s help, I rolled him onto his back. His blue eyes were open wide and unseeing. I pressed a shaking hand against his chest.

“Too late, dude,” someone said. “He’s dead.”

All the colors around me bled away until everything was gray and covered in shadows. Above the dark, dead figure of Rick a ball of white light pulsed. It glittered, like starlight, and emanated comforting warmth.

Rick’s soul.

I knew that I had to capture the light before it took the journey into the afterlife. Rick needed it to live. All I could think about, focus on, was catching it and sticking it back in.

I had no tools, no magic spells, no perfect way to fix what death had broken. All the same, while Curt pounded on his friend’s chest, I stepped around him, knelt at Rick’s side and grabbed his soul.