Prologue
The wind blew, cold, hard, chilling him to the bone with its icy fingers, pushing the relentless rain into him, hammering him...his tears mixed into the raindrops, the thunder pounded in sync with the beat of his heavy heart. He fell back with the pressure of the rain, but he pushed himself up.
He screamed then, hard, as if from deep within, as if letting it out, letting it all out...and fell to the ground. He sobbed, crying out, "What do you want?!?" As loud as he could, he screamed over and over, over and over...and then slower, softer, as his tears fell and he lost his angst..."What do you want," he whispered. His voice was soft, pleading...and lonely.
If he had looked up then he could've seen sympathy in the woman's striking emerald green eyes, and then sadness. But when he lifted his face to hers the emotion had already flickered away and his gaze countered her heartless, stony, unsympathetic eyes. She towered over him as she always did, looking down at him as if she knew how she intimidated him. How those green eyes seemed so familiar, how they drew him in, as if he could drown in them, drown in sympathy and undying love...yet they held nothing but coldness, nothing but hate. Why did she evoke such emotion in him, such emotions as he'd never felt to anyone, whether family, friends, even the girls he'd been with? When he'd never been the one to care, how was it that the tables turned?
Looking up at her feebly from where he knelt pathetically at her feet, another heartrending sob shook his body. She looked at him and said in a quiet but hateful voice, "I will fix you, Nicholas. Everything you've done, all the years you screwed up..." Her words took him by surprise but he would never forget her again. Every time he bullshitted someone, he remembered what had happened with the woman, who mystified him so much...
