It was odd. How he always seemed to be around. He moved around your life never really interacting with you but instead circling around. He was in your dreams where passionate nights played out and spun your head in ways that made you wonder if it was really a just a dream.

Snapping your eyes open and sitting up rapidly looking around frantically finding the man who haunted your dreams sitting on a chair placed right before your bed.

With lips sticky with red he said.

“Hello, sweetheart.”