Prologue
When she was twelve, she used to want to dream about the boy who was lost. The boy she vowed to bring back.
The boy she loved.
When she was lucky, she did dream of his raven-black hair and piercing onyx eyes. She wanted to see him in her dreams because she couldn't see him when she was awake. Dreaming about him allowed her to hold on to hope. Hope that she'd see him again. Hope that he'd be home some day.
It's been ten years since those nights.
And she would give anything to stop dreaming about him.