P r o l o g u e

Let go.
Why do you cling to pain?
There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday.
It is not yours to judge.
Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?
-- Leo Buscaglia

I don’t know why these thoughts keep haunting me at night and drive me to feel like an insomniac. All the what-ifs, unsaid words, broken promises, past actions, memories…it was a lot to think about. A part of me knew exactly why these thoughts invaded my head at night and that was because I realized that things are changing.

Some of these changes are actually good.

Some are bad.

All of them just scare me shitless.

Sometimes I wish I had a time machine. For two reasons—one of them is to be able to change some of my idiotic decisions, and the other was to experience all the good memories all over again since pictures weren’t enough.

The fury of questions plagued my mind until I felt the bed rock and he turned over in the bed to face me. “You’re still awake?” he questioned sleepily in a soft voice as his hand gently went up my cheek.

I nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered, watching my fingers dance gracefully around his bare chest.

I could see his small smile even in the dark as he scooted his warm body closer to me. “Go to sleep, babe,” he yawned as he closed his eyelids to drift back.

With small, quiet sigh, I laid my face as close as possible to his and closed my eyes. It’s been almost two months since I moved in with him, and falling asleep with him on his bed actually made my thoughts grow less and less intense.

That’s what he did to me. He made everything better. He made all the changes around me seem alright. He made me almost forget about wanting to have that time machine because we focused solely on the present and future. He was an example of a good change in my life, although he was beyond just a good change—he was amazing to me.

My eyes blinked open after a second and I gently pressed my lips against his forehead.

With his eyelids still closed, that lovely smile appeared on his face once again and I could finally sleep.

A/N: Hey guys! So this is the fourth and final story of the Nessa series. You don’t have to read any of the previous stories to understand this one. This story involves characters from the previous story. I’ll let you know how much time has passed since You Could Be Happy on the author’s note in the next chapter. Read and review and tell me what you think!

So the guy in this prologue is unknown for now. Readers familiar to my series...who do you think the guy is?