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'Nicholas!' I called as I jolted out my bed. I looked at the watch on my bed-side. It was twelve past one in the morning. Sighing, I turned over and shut my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. Why am I calling for a name, for a man that is now lost and never to return to me? I feel trapped, like a marionette and somebody is pulling the strings and not stopping. Suddenly there was a strong gust of wind and the window in my room flew open. It sounded like gunfire as it hit the wall with a bang.

Screaming I threw myself into my pillow and pressed it tightly against my chest and face. Then, as if against my will, huge sobs wracked my body as I lay there dry-eyed and burning. Lifting my head I franticly searched the room, half-expecting him to be in the door frame, arms open wide and a beaming smile on his face. But there was no such person. Just William with a weary looked etched across his face.
'Meghan my love, go back to sleep. It's half past one in the morning!'
I looked at him with what I hoped was a looked of disdain, as he turned and left the room.

'My love''the words turned over sickeningly in my mind. As if. As if I could ever love him the way I loved...love Nicholas. If only I could be in his arms again. Then everything might just seem okay. I turned over and settled back under my covers and feel asleep into a web of tangled dreams.