Prologue
I woke up with a jump. Yet another sleepless night. Again through all my dreams he was there. His blonde hair and tall figure. His light Irish accent implying that he was from Dublin or somewhere nearby. Always wearing something different, but he would always be there. But I wasn't scared, I liked him. He never did anything to me; he was just there waiting, always waiting.
A/N this is quite a different story to my first one but i hope you enjoy it. I wrote this for a good friend of mine and i hope you like it as much as she did :)