Always - Prologue

Disclaimer: 'Connor Macleod' doesn't belong to me. Not sure who he belongs to exactly, but I just wanted to say that he's not mine.

Prologue

Many years into the future…

At first I don't notice her. Or rather, I don't notice her staring at me. I'm usually always alert, and I can sense when someone is checking me out. I don't mean to sound conceited, but if you're like me, you'll understand.

I'm sitting in a dark, almost empty bar, trying to dull the still-existent pain that never seems to stop. The pain of having lost the only woman I ever truly loved. It's only after I actually look up from my drink that I finally notice her. I sense that she's sitting at the end of the bar, to my left, and I realise straight away that she's been there awhile, and that she's been watching me. I turn to look.

My heart stops.

It's her. In the dim light she looks like she has the same shade of brown hair, the same length; the same body build; very similar features.

But it's not her. It can never be her again.

I stand abruptly, and despite the numerous drinks I'm not at all drunk, not even the least bit tipsy. Without a second glance, I walk out of the dank and dreary place, out into the beautiful sunshine.

I scowl. Today, of all days, shouldn't be so bright. It should be overcast, grey, lifeless, dull. It's the day my world lost it's Angel.

The day I lost my Stephanie.