Prologue.

She ran faster and faster. Each second she was closer to the end. Or maybe it was the beginning? She didn't know, didn't care. All she knew was that's where she had to be. It didn't matter that it was dark. It didn't matter that the very thing that caused all this was beating furiously inside her. Pounding again and again inside her chest. She might've hated herself. Might've gone mad if she'd had the time to really think, really do anything. But how could she?

All that she wanted, all she was fighting for, all this had happened for, was waiting for her.

No…not waiting. Needed.

Needed her.

And she would be just as damned as he was right now if she said she didn't need him.