She rolled over to find the bed empty of her lover. Frowning, she climbed out of bed and woozily stood up.

“Oh, God!” she moaned and clutched her head in an attempt to her fragile reality from shattering like a pane of glass.

Grabbing at her bathrobe in the other hand she stumbled across the room into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited impatiently for it to warm up. Outside the seagulls wheeled crying in the blue sky.

* * *

The warm water cascaded on to her skin melting Amy’s hangover away. Her skin tingled as the warm water ran down her body, exposing it to the cool air.

She sighed happily and stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed.

Amy hummed gently to herself as she patted herself dry and pulled on some clothes. She paused as she started to leave the room and eyed herself critically in the mirror.

She stalked across the room and pulled out one of her lover’s jumpers. It was a big old grey one with holes in it, but it smelled of him and was warm.

* * *

In the kitchen she made herself a slice of toast and spread a rather large amount of jam on it. She munched on it and wandered out on to the veranda with a mug of tea.

She stood leaning against the worn wooden railing watching the gulls wheeling about. The cornflower blue of the ocean was mared only by little white streaks on the crests of waves.

She finished the tea and set off towards the little cliff path down to the beach.

* * *

Her foot crunched on the pebbles of the beach. She shivered slightly, wishing she had brought a coat.

Near a bar she spied a crouched figure in a long dark coat. Instantly she was buoyed up with joy. A smile spread across her face and she began to make her way across the stones towards him.

As she neared him he stood up, turned to face her and smiled. She had found her love.