A month had passed, but he had never once cased to think of her beautiful face. He had gotten a new job and had a nice new apartment, though the creditors wanted his hide for buying the furniture. He slept little and ate even less. Ash tasted better than any food that touched his lips.

For the first week she called him hourly begging him to come home to her and they would fix it. It had been 22 days since she had called; he marked them on the calender. He thought of calling her himself and asking how she was, but that would only make the separation worse and he had to learn to let go.

He went to bed that night with his heart heavy as it always was, but he had a terrible dream that night.

She sat alone somewhere in the cold and she was hurt badly. She was crying-screaming-for him to help her, but he couldn’t find her.

He awoke that morning, drenched in sweat, tears dried on his cheeks. He had to go see her, the dream was too real to not warrant his fear. He dressed quickly and was out the door.