"Rose,"
Rose shot up from her dream. The moon shone in through her bedroom window, highlighting the tears running down her cheeks.
This voice had been haunting her since he left her in Norway, on Bad Wolf Bay. The day her life came to its end.
She wouldn't use the word haunting exactly. More, following her. Keeping her safe. Like an angel watching over her bed at night.
"Rose?" Mickey walked into Rose's bedroom with just his boxers on.
"At least put some pyjamas on if you decide to visit me in the night," Rose replied sleepily.
Mickey stared into her brown eyes, swimming with thoughts and feelings. He knew of the pain she was going through, the voices in her head calling out to her. Her lonely angel.
"He'll come back for you one day…" Wrong move Mickey…
"He won't."
"But what if he does?"
"Did you not listen to what he said? There's no going back. He shut off the link between the two worlds, blocking my way to him."
Mickey decided to question it no further. He pecked Rose on the cheek and went back to his bedroom.
Rose still sat on the end of her bed, gazing into the moonlight. Reminded her of that time that they went to Scotland, met Queen Victoria and defeated a werewolf all in one day.
"I am not amused," Rose whispered to herself smiling.
He owed her £5. She wasn't going to get that back in a hurry.
Never will.
R & R! Might continue this. Not sure just yet!
True Rockstar xxx