Page 82 of Whisky and Sunshine


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the sweetness and the heat.

You brought sunshine to a winter town.

The caress of the sun on skin;

it followed you when you left.

I should never have bid thee farewell;

I should have held you tight,

And sought out your fond kiss again.

The sun left when you did,

Leaving everything dreich.

Brittle roses, dead in the vase;

The petals lie shrivelled on your desk.

The whisky has no sweetness now;

I’m left with memories that burn.”

I played the voicemail again and a third time, letting the tears flow freely. I sat on the couch a long time, letting his words wash over me.

Two messages buzzed on my phone.

Stuart:I won’t give up fighting for us.

Stuart:Fuck I hope you got a phone or I’m just talking to thin air.

My heart was a little lighter, seeing his texts. I was mad, but I missed him. Iwantedhim. The thought of never seeing him again was more awful than how I felt about his mistake.

There was only one thing to do: message him.

Me:I got a phone.

Me:And I got your messages and Caroline’s

Three dots immediately started to wriggle on screen.

Stuart:it’s true what I said. I’m sorry I hurt you and I love you, hen. With all my heart.

Stuart:to find you gone when I got out of the snow was… I thought I’d died on the inside. Everything about Stephen was meaningless. All I wanted was you.

Stuart:Can we talk? Face to face?

A small part of me was still furious but I just wanted him to hear and see him again.

Me:okay

Me:here’s my address. I’ll be waiting

I quickly typed out the Tube stop and my address, and then washed off my ruined make-up. I changed out of my crumpled work clothes into yoga pants and a knit top. I straightened up the flat, suddenly nervous about him seeing the place untidy.

As I straightened the scatter cushions for the seventh time, someone knocked on the door.

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