Your first kiss with Wriothesley tasted like cigarettes—he couldn’t help but think of you, the love you once shared as he drank his tea, closing his eyes as he listened to the music playing on the radio.

You had taught him how to love—how to live. How was he supposed to move on with you gone?

There would always be a place in his heart for you. He just wished you were there to fill it. How ironic, a love song was playing…

Maybe, one day you’ll meet again. He’d always be waiting for you.