I was awoken that night by the sound of crying, I had only assumed that it was Noah. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and slowly sat up. I softly called out his name and his soft sobbing suddenly stopped, but I heard him sniffling. I cautiously moved myself closer to him.
"Noah, do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"He's back, kitten. He's back." he whimpered as he broke out in soft sobs once again.
"Who's back?" I asked.
"Alex." he whispered.
"Alex? My love, isn't he dead?" I asked in confusion.
"He is, and yet why do I see him everywhere. I burned that place down and yet saw him standing there at the entrance looking at me. I know he's back. He may not be back, but I know someone out there wants to hurt us. I'm getting so f****d up by the day and I couldn't even control
