Prologue
Many years into the future�
At first I don�t notice her. Or rather, I don�t notice her staring at me. I�m usually always alert, and I can sense when someone is checking me out. I don�t mean to sound conceited, but if you�re like me, you�ll understand.
I�m sitting in a dark, almost empty bar, trying to dull the still-existent pain that never seems to stop. The pain of having lost the only woman I ever truly loved. It�s only after I actually look up from my drink that I finally notice her. I sense that she�s sitting at the end of the bar, to my left, and I realise straight away that she�s been there awhile, and that she�s been watching me. I turn to look.
My heart stops.
It�s her. In the dim light she looks like she has the same shade of brown hair, the same length; the same body build; very similar features.
But it�s not her. It can never be her again.
I stand abruptly, and despite the numerous drinks I�m not at all drunk, not even the least bit tipsy. Without a second glance, I walk out of the dank and dreary place, out into the beautiful sunshine.
I scowl. Today, of all days, shouldn�t be so bright. It should be overcast, grey, lifeless, dull. It�s the day my world lost it�s Angel.
The day I lost my Stephanie.
