He had felt the loss of her warmth even through the best night's sleep he'd had in years. Summer sun had turned to Arctic wind, and his skin mourned her loss. He was used to the cold, but this was a different chill, internal, intrinsic, unbearable. Pulling on his hoodie, he made a half-dash towards the door, thrusting one foot then the other into his jeans as he hopped along frantically, fearing she was about to leave.
Relief enveloped him as he saw her at the café's counter, accepting a coffee from his cousin. They were talking quietly, but it had been impossible to miss a single heartbreaking word that streamed from her mouth. He never realised how much suffering his actions had caused.
For him, she had given up the thing she loved most up in the world. All this time he thought her spa
