Prologue
6/15/2014,
3:45 am:
She woke in the dark with his name on her lips for what felt to her to be the hundredth time that night. The cold sweat from the nightmare causing her blonde hair to cling in tangles about her face. Slowly the present came back to her, the cold fact resettling in her heart, that He was gone. It's been three weeks today she thought, as she dropped her head down into her hands, it seemed like a lifetime ago. She still couldn't believe that He was gone. There were still little things in the room which brought his memory to the front of her mind, for that reason alone she hadn't been able to change the sheets on what had been their bed. The faint lingering smell of him was the only thing left to her, shuddering she curled herself back under the blanket and let sleep claim her once again. Letting sleep take her back, back to her Clown Prince of Crime...if that was all he left her then Harley would sleep and dream of him...