It had been six months, six months since Brendan Brady left the village. It was all too much for him. Lindsey's death really made Brendan think, he was better off in Ireland.

That was good news for me I suppose, no more big tough Brendan to compare myself against, not seeing him everyday getting startled by his voice. Just me and my boyfriend Ste Hay. After Brendan left it was allot easier for me and Ste we had a normal relationship. People didn't judge us. We had the perfect life together. But something happened which ended our perfect life…

It was weird really, I knew something wasn't right from the moment I woke up. Ste wasn't next to me. In fact he wasn't in the flat. Shouting his name my voice seemed to faint into the silence. As if I had been ignored, forgotten about. Walking down the stairs my heart pumped, I don't know why Ste probably nipped to get some bread, I was over -exaggerating. But I wasn't, as I entered the drizzled outside, I wasn't over exaggerating. A pale Ste lie on the hard concrete, blood covering his nose. Conscious thankfully. Just about able to open his eyes, I raced over to him. A tear rolled down my face, "STE" I lifted his head guarding his handsome face. "Brendan is that you" he whispered, my name was Doug not Brendan. Another tear rolled down my face.

"That's my name" echoed a tall figure. Walking closer towards us I saw a hairy man with a smartly groomed tash.

"What have ye been getting ye self into Steven"

I placed Ste's head back onto the ground, and walked back to the flat. I took one glance back. There they were, Brendan and Ste.

I guess it's not going to be 'perfect' no more. Brendan Brady is back.