Prolouge

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He sat up and stretched as best as he could inside the van, sleeping in the van left a lot to be desired. It was just he needed to be close to her, it had been so long since they last talked, it had been five years.

He thought back on the fight they had, it was the fight to end all fights. He didn't mean to hit her, she just made him so angry sometimes. Sighing, he opened the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, he stepped out of the van and lit it. Thankfully the sun hadn't risen yet, and he still had the cover of night to keep him out of her sight.

Checking his watch he knew she would be up getting ready for work, the man that had come home with her left around midnight it made him sick to think of another man putting his hands on her, she was his he would have to remind her of that.

He flicked the cigarette to the street and stomped on it with his foot grinding it into the street, he jumped in the van and carefully closed the door.

Patience, he reminded himself, good things come to those who wait...

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