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`` I found you.'' 
 
 Jane feels the words crawl under her skin as his breath hits the back of her neck. A chill runs down her spine and her heart drops somewhere beneath her small intestine. 
 
 *Not him*, she thinks, *anyone but him*. She superstitiously crosses her fingers, knowing it wo n't change who stands behind her, and she turns to face him. 
 
 Rage washes over her as quickly as the chills had. Jane clenches her fists, her fingernails make a new home in the palms of her hands. Through clenched teeth she growls, hoping it's enough to get her mood across. 
 
 `` I knew you'd come around.'' he says, `` I've looked everywhere for you. I miss you.'' 
 
 His voice sounds like a thousand broken fingernails dragging across an infinite chalkboard. With every breath he takes Jane's jaw clenches tighter. Her arms begin to shake, her palms are bleeding now, she ca n't take it any more. The way his face just sits there looking at her. 
 
 Jane is screaming at him, lunging forward with all the hate and pain he ever made her feel. Her fingernails dig grooves in his throat as she tries desperately to grab him. He's backing away, but his face does n't change. He's smiling now. His dumb fucking smile on his goofy fucking face. Jane is thrashing her arms about gripping her bed sheets and her voice goes coarse from screaming. Arms embrace her from behind. Warm, loving arms; they feel so familiar. 
 
 `` It's me! Wake up, Jane!'' 
 
 Jane opens her eyes, she's in bed, it's dark, her pyjamas cling to her clammy skin as she struggles to catch her breath. 
 
 `` It was a dream?'' Jane mumbled still clutching the new duvet. 
 
 `` It was a dream.'' Mark assured her as he stroked her back. `` No one is here but you and me. I'll get you a one of my shirts.'' She watched as her boyfriend clambered out of bed and she winced when he flicked the light switch. 
 
 Jane looked down as she loosened her grip, she really did draw blood. It was nothing new. It had been 5 years since she left him, the liar, and she still looked over her shoulder when she walked alone. She still avoided green sedans and public pools. She cut out any common friends and skipped town. He still walked through her dreams 
 
 Mark plopped back into bed tossed a shirt to Jane. 
 
 `` Why do n't we stay up a bit. I'll make some tea and keep you distracted.'' Mark smiled and kissed her sweaty forehead. `` Everything's going to be okay.'' Jane smiled back because she knew he was right. 
 
 
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