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Chapter 2
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He dreamed of her every night now, and would get flashes of her throughout the day.
He saw her, file for divorce, and how the asshole tormented her, tried to force her to come back. He was so proud of her, she stood tall, she wasn't afraid. She didn't back down.
She found a job as a waitress at an upscale restaurant, the tips were great and he saw her, go home and stare at her first pay check, the look of joy on her face, as she stared around her little studio apartment. It was hers, she paid for it herself and she was proud of herself.
The asshole, though found out where she lived. He seemed to follow her wherever she went. Daryl had panicked one day as he was working in his shop. He had a sudden vision of her walking down the street at night. The asshole was following her and she didn't see him.
"God dammit!" He banged his work bench with his fist. "You're name! Just tell me you're name or how to find you...he's going to kill you." He whispered.
He wasn't sure why he cared what happened to some nameless girl he didn't know. That was a lie, he grew up with her, he watched her all her life, he felt in some way like that was meant he was supposed to watch over her protect her. If he was honest with himself, he was half in love with her and her resilience, and her strength, and her sweetness that she held on to no matter what, and he didn't know her name.
What good was this curse, showing him what he wanted, if he was never allowed to find her.
"Just tell me you're name baby, I'll find you." He whispered to the empty room.
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It stormed that night, he knew she hates storms. They scared her. He sat by his fireplace reaching out with his mind. It was storming where she was too.
She was curled in a ball on her little bed. Hugging herself tightly, trying to ignore the wind and the pounding rain.
He imagined himself lying with her, holding her in his arms, brushing the hair away from her face, kissing her neck. She sighed and seemed to relax, he felt her drifting off to sleep.
He was about to break away, to leave her, when he heard the noise. The door rattled, and suddenly creaked open. Someone was standing in the doorway. His face was suddenly illuminated by lightning. It was the asshole.