<span style="font-style: italic">The next day Azariah had awoken to the note, and the necklace in his hand. It had all been a blur, but what had happened the evening before had been no dream. No, he remembered her vividly. He doubted he would ever forget her face, even though her appearance had been brief, it had been etched into his mind for all eternity, a perfect picture painted in his memories. She had been perfect, almost like a knight in shining armor, though a woman. No, not a knight. She had been a guardian angel, swooping down to save him when he needed it the most.<br/><br/>For years he thought about her, wondering when he would meet her next, but soon it came to be a realization that he probably would never see her again. Night after night he would dream about her, thinking of her, but to no avail, wherever he looked, he could not find her face in the crowds. So, even though he was still on her mind, he moved on, and grew up. Pushing forward, to make a life for himself, to make it better than living in the streets for all his life.<br/><br/>Even though he was an adult there were nights she would still fill his dreams, and he'd go back to that moment in the alleyway, long ago. And from there, he would think of her, that beauty he couldn't find anywhere else.</span><br/><br/>Sighing softly, he turns over in his bed, fingers clutched around the necklace he now wore around his neck. He was twenty-five now, and living the life one could only dream about. Again, another sigh escapes from between his lips, his eyes slowly opening, the view of the city spread out before him from the window next to his bed. It was a beautiful view, the whole wall that face the outside of the building was nothing but window, perfect for the high up place where his apartment happened to be.<br/><br/>The sun was just starting to come up over the tops of the tall buildings, peaking out from the horizon, and he sits up, fingers caressing the pendant that dangled from a thin, but strong chain, around his neck. He breathes out, closing his eyes for a moment, almost as if to try and bring the image of her face up once more in his mind. He'd dreamed of her again, about that night. It had been a while since he had, several months actually, and he was surprised by it.<br/><br/>He finally gets up off the king sized bed, running his fingers through his hair as he stretches his arms over his head, yawning as he walked across the fur carpet covered floor towards the kitchenette area. Reaching up into a cupboard, he pulls a cup down and fills it with whiskey, taking a big drink before lighting a cigarette, and crossing back over the floor to the window. Waving his hand in a sideswipe motion, a mechanism clicks, and the near invisible "door"<span style="font-style: italic">swooshes</span>open, a platform pixelating into place, seemingly out of nothing, from thin air. Nano tech was at it's peak these years, and it was used in just about everything, even in construction.<br/><br/>Stepping outside, he leans against the clear, glass-like balcony, staring out at the sky as a light breeze ruffled through his hair, brushing past his skin on his chest, which was bare. Today was unlike any other, rare in his books. He had a day off from work, which he usually didn't get for several weeks at a time. But for some reason his boss decided to give him a whole month of paid time off, a vacation. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with that time, as now his whole life WAS working.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." He looks down at his forearm, bottom side up, checking the phone-like contraption implanted in his skin. No new messages, except a spam email. "What the hell am I supposed to do for a whole MONTH?" He mutters this to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment, and taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly before it happened. A tingling down his spine, shivers along his skin, and goosebumps forming. He opened his eyes, and for a brief, split second, everything seemed sharp, crystal clear. He felt like something was going to happen.<br/><br/>Was it her?<br/><br/>His heart almost skipped a beat at the very thought of it, even the slightest possibility made him quiver with excitement. Though now, it wasn't the same excitement he'd felt as a child. Nor was it the type that some might think it would be. No...it was darker. Turning now, and going back inside, the balcony disappearing the moment he stepped off of it, he decides to get dressed for the day, and go out. There was no point in brooding in silence at home, wasting the day was pointless.<br/><br/>He had to see if today was that day.