DEVON               I bolted upright on my bed, covering my face with my hands as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I'd dreamt of loosing Theo again. It's been three years since he died but I still haven't gotten over him. It feels like he died just yesterday and each time I close my eyes, I see him fade away. He'd been so pale and cold. We didn't even get to give him a befitting burial. As it is, fairies who die in the human world usually fade away and that's exactly what happened. I stopped having the nightmares two years after he'd passed away. Now, I just had the nightmare again. It makes it harder to move on. I got out of bed and picked up a framed photo on my nightstand. It was the photo I'd taken with Theo three years back in Paris. I looked up at the calendar in my room. My heart sank when I realized that this was the same day I'd lost my soulmate three years ago. Despite the fact that I've met up with several therapists, I still

DEVON         Why on Earth was he asking me that? How the hell does he know about Theodore. Someone must've told him, but who? Maybe, Liam? Besides, Liam only knows that my exboyfriend's name was Theodore. He'd heard me calling his name whenever I had nightmares. I bit my lower lip, debating on whether I could tell him or not. So, I went with the latter. I slowly typed in a reply and hit 'send'. 'No, I don't. Why are you asking?'   His reply came shortly.  'Forget it. It's not important'   I shrugged and turned to focus on the TV. He didn't send anymore messages. Later, Liam drove by to pick me up. I was wearing a fitted blue dress that ended above my knee and black heels that complimented my dress. "You look beautiful" Liam said giving me a kiss.I smiled and got into his car.Liam, my boyfriend for over six months was a handsome hunk. He had brown hair that was a shad

SHEA                   I moved backwards, my knees buckling underneath me. They were threatening to give out and send me crashing to the ground. I needed to get away from her. "I-I have to go," I said. Her gaze softened. "It's fine. But, at least can I have your number? I can give you mine too" I stared at her for a beat, then I sighed and took out my phone. After we'd exchanged contacts, I drove off. ***     Monday and Tuesday went by in a blur. I'd resumed in Liam's company as his P. A. He wasn't really bad, he was just a little bit too demanding. My headaches had worsened by the time it was Wednesday.   After meeting Rachel, I found myself thinking about her a lot. I felt like I knew her but it was hard to figure it out. Devon on the other hand, was ignoring my text messages. She wouldn't even pick my calls. She was clearly avoiding me. Was I that big of a pro

DEVON                  Two weeks had passed since Shea discovered Theo's photo in my sitting room. I felt so bad for everything I'd put him through.What I didn't understand was how he knew about my brothers. If he wasn't Theo, then who was he? Why had he been dreaming about Theo and I?  'Theo is dead, stupid. He's gone and never coming back. Don't you think that Shea might've been sent into your life to destroy you? What if all this is a trap? You watched him die and you know deep down inside you that Theo is gone. Stop assuming things' my subconscious reprimanded me.  I decided that it was better to avoid him. All he did was put my mind in turmoil. Okay, not just that. He made me feel things I shouldn't be feeling. I had a boyfriend for goodness sake.   I was sitting in front of my mirror, debating on whether I would go with the nude lip gloss or the red lipstick. Liam was ha

DEVON          "He's a lucky young man. If his attacker had held on to his throat for two minutes longer, he would've died" Dr Sid said to me just outside the ward where Shea was. I shivered when I thought of him dying in the alley. "He'll be fine, right?" I asked. "Yes, he'll be fine" I nodded. "He has no family. Can I go in to see him?" I asked. "Of course. He might be totally out of it. Two of his ribs are broken, he has a concussion and a head trauma" I stepped into the ward, the heart monitor beeping steadily. I sat down by his bedside and took his free hand in mine. There was a bandage around his head and IV lines were connected to the back of his palm. His eyes were closed, long dark lashes resting atop the skin beneath his eyes. I noticed the moles on his neck and the one on the corner of his lips. How could I have missed that? It couldn't be a coincidence that his moles were in the same po