Author's note
Dear readers,
I know when I've begun reading a book, anticipating the ending and going 'oh hell, it can't end like that!' Well I'm sorry in advance; this story's going to end like those dreaded ever-afters, with a big fat 'and then what happened?' This short story is based on a semi-real life life experience. If I write something you may feel is offensive, I apologise sincerely as that was definitely not my intention.
Since this is my first story, don't cut me any slack! If it's bad tell me; I'm open to constrictive criticism. I'll just be glad I have invested readers. Pardon my punctuation and grammar errors as I prefer physically writing; pen and paper - it was worse earlier, I actually wrote with a quill - so some minor mistakes will miss my notice and anyone who points out these embarrassing slip-ups has my undying gratitude.
- Lyra Merrick
"I'm still dreaming of you, you saved me. Find me, I need you, I always will,"
