You and Bill are now divorced. You had both been in love and married for many years. Due to complications, you’d both grown apart: leading to divorce. It was truly heartbreaking, you still loved him and he still loved you: though not one of you admitted it. You had a daughter together, she was fourteen years old - she has smoking habits at her age, this broke you.

One day, you get a phone call, it is from your sister Ivy: she had said that your father had gone missing. You and your daughter Jean had gone to visit your unstable mother with Bill. On the journey there, Bill makes some friendly banter with you before putting his hand on your thigh. He quickly stops as he can tell you’re uncomfortable - yet, you weren’t.

Over the next few days, it’s revealed that your father had drowned. You had a reunion with all of your family around the dinner table at your mother’s home. The family are unaware of your divorce from Bill, this is until your mother makes a terrible comment towards you as she has done each family member.

“So are you and Bill separated or divorced? Nothing gets past me, you know.” your mother says, causing an argument and a confession as Bill answers her.

“Separated.” The whole family are silent and continue eating. You and your mum argue again as her responses are due to the amount of pills she’s consuming.

During your stay at hers, you and Bill have to share a room as there is no space. It is awkward of course but you were used to sharing a bed with him for years so it was fine: in all honesty, you missed it more than anything.

The next morning, the sunlight glazed through the curtains as you and bill lay together. As you begin to wake up, you notice something. Bill’s arm is wrapped around your torso: preventing you from moving. Your eyes fall upon him, he was so cute while asleep: you really missed him.