For Sarah {Bill Skarsgard]

Prologue

It was late, sometime around Midnight and unusually cold for a September night in New York. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement outside echoed through the halls of the small apartment building. A man, no older than twenty-nine, sat alone in his apartment staring blankly at the clock upon his wall. 

"My dearest Sarah..." He says aloud to nobody in particular. A look of anguish upon his delicate features as he watches the time tick by. He stands up slowly from his bed, making his way towards the wall. 

"My, my, my...My dearest Sarah. It's been no longer than a week since you've left me here alone. I never realized how badly I needed you in my life until you...left." He speaks angrily, nearly spitting as the last word left his mouth. 

He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his damp hair. His eyes remain trained on the clock in front of him. Had it been days or hours since he'd left his room? Not important. "Family is important, granted, but is it so dyer that you be there for so long? I can hardly handle a day without seeing your face, let alone a week. How did I ever do this before?" 

Lifting up a hand, he taps the glass of the clock before him. Had he lost his mind? He wondered silently to himself. Without warning, he grabs ahold of the object that he had been so focused on, throwing it across the room at full force. Jagged pieces of glass and metal strew about the messy room. 

Then, as if he hadn't just lost his temper, he takes a seat in his chair and continues to wait for her return. Only this time without the tick-tocking of that dreaded clock upon the wall. 

"I will wait...For Sarah..."