Prologue

Prologue

"A ghost of you,
is all that i have left,
it's all that I have left of you to hold."
- Good Charlotte
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I held myself close, shivering, comforting myself. “It was only a dream,” I told myself. The same thing I’d been telling myself every night for the last five months. Every time I woke up screaming and crying. It was the same nightmare, over and over. Every night I watched everything I loved and dreamed of, everything that meant something in my life, wash out to sea. Then I’d feel strong arms around me, arms I knew by memory. Every tattoo, scar, and curve embedded in my brain. Then I’d feel myself ripped from those comforting arms, and that was the last thing I knew before I woke up. Woke up to find my worst fears come true. He was gone.