prologue

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1987 Hampshire,England

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He paced around the room,anxiously stuffing item after item into the already full bag,all the while rain pelted against the stained glass of his window.

As he passed the desk, he paused to take a second to look at the drawing on the wooden table.

He would never be able to see that face again. Her long,soft brown hair,her dark and mysterious blue eyes or that smile. He smiled but then he caught himself.

No, I can't put her through that. He thought with anguish. He knew he had to go but yet some part of him longed to see her smile. To talk to him in that sacarstic tone. To basically be with her the entire day. But again it would only hurt both of them.

"Hey,what are you doing still awake at this time?" Her soft but firm voice penetrated the far from silent air.

He froze and painfully turned around to face her. His greatest nightmare. His misfortune.

"I suppose I should ask you the same question." He replied,trying to keep his cool.

She laughed lightly.

"Oh please you know me. I can't sleep when there is a storm raging on."

And that. He would miss that. Miss her coming to him for support. She made even the least important person feel important.

"I best be on my way then. No point taking up your time."

He hung his head down and slowly nodded,closing the door after her.

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