My life wasn't exactly exciting. I was on the road more than I wasn't. I hadn't ever been pinned down to one location. And I didn't truly have any real friends.
But for years the illusion of my little psychic kept me going. Strange as it was, I felt a connection to her even before I got her to open up to me.
I hated that it took such a traumatic event to finally bring us together. But the moment I looked into her wide, frightened eyes, I knew I'd never let her go.

When I was seventeen, my best friend was taken right before my eyes. Years I searched for her, digging into places I knew I wasn't allowed and watching people from the comfort of my apartment without them even aware that I was.
Years it took for me to get a lead on the man that had taken her. Then, I watched the world crumble around people that I didn't know, but somehow felt like I did.
When I got too close, I called the one person that I knew could save me from the mess I'd made. The very same man that had been a mystery for what felt like forever. I knew what he did for a living, in fact, I was the one that called to give him a heads up when I knew he'd be needed. But I never let myself get close, no matter how curious I was about him.
Then he was there, and I had no place to hide. Only, I never imagined that my cleaner would be the one thing I wouldn't ever be able to scrub out of my heart.