He wondered what she would say if she knew he watched her like this nearly every night. Perched outside her window with a clear view of the woman's bed as she tossed and turned no doubt the result of some sort of bad dream.

Beneath the dim light the moon allowed into the room Chris could make out the thin layer of sweat that covered the girls Carmel hued skin despite the cold weather. It was on nights like these Chris wanted to comfort Bonnie. Hold her to his chest and rid her of the very thing that terrified her. His intentions in this would always be pure, that was until certain...thoughts got in the way.

It had been like this for over a month now. Chris knew nearly everything about the woma before him and yet he knew she could not say the same and perhaps this was for the best.

Chris froze as the woman sighed and the young warlock felt his breath catch in the pit of his chest his form stiffenening as his mind debated on wether or not to leave. The second her eyes opened he was gone.