Chapter One: Who Is He?

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Your POV

You leaned into the corner of your bed. Your head tilted back, staring at the blank ceiling. You breathless loud in the otherwise silent room. A smile danced across your lips, teasing you with thoughts of sleep, when you knew that you couldn't get to it. He stared into the Shadows across from you, hoping to find an idea of how to sleep. But you are an insomniac, you barely know sleep. While others meet it every night you struggle to find it in your mind. You close your eyes, hoping to think of any way to fall asleep. Stead of seeing in some sort of cure for this is insomnia, you see a face. A man's face, to be more specific. His hair was dyed a bright Shamrock green, one eye was blue, the other was blue as well but the whites of the eyes were green. It was a sickly green that I reminded you of something and you try to forget, like decay or bile. Out of the darkness of your mind, a strong Irish brogue shattered the silence." Sleep now, my love. You will need your full strength for tomorrow." Like magic his words load you into a dreamless sleep, the only thing in it was his voice." My love,".

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