Tentative Title: All Who Wander
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J. R. R. Tolkien
Prologue
I sat up from a dead sleep when I heard the bedroom door open with a creak. I immediately patted the other side of the bed, looking to find my boyfriend of six months. He wasn’t there. As the light spilled in from the hallway, I could see him standing in the doorway.
“Where are you going babe?” I asked sleepily, as I rubbed my eyes.
“Go back to sleep Sweetheart,” he said softly.
“Okay. Love you.” I lay back down, and rolled over towards the side of the bed he had just vacated.
“I love you too,” he murmured.
I heard the click of the latch, as he shut the door, and nothing more.
That was the last time I saw Cole St. John.
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So there you have it... the start of something new.
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