A/N: Neither I nor my friend who helped write this story own anything that any of you recognize, we only own the plot line (kind of) and we also own Alex and Ama.
Prologue:
If I had been there I could have saved him. He could have held me and stopped, but he didn't. I could have done something, but I wasn't there. It was meant to happen. Until he came back. Now he won't leave my sight.
It plays over and over in my mind, the death and his resurrection. The "show" never stops unless he sits with me, rubbing my back or kissing my neck. I lose the memory for those short periods of time that he's beside me.
When I think about what happened then, I've been told my bright blue eyes turn gray and glassy, like there's no one home. Like my mind doesn't exist. I've cried or hours on end re-watching every single detail of how we met, how I found out my destiny, and how he died. He'll always be mine for the taking, no one can come anywhere near him when I'm there. Nothing can hurt him. He's absolutely and completely safe.