Chapter 191

• My old Ramones shirt and a pair of boxers in hand, I open one of the cupboards in the bathroom and pick up a small packet of make up wipes she left behind and quickly hurrying back down the stairs.
• Thankfully she's still on the couch, and conscious, staring out into the dark London night. I know how much she loves this view, and she's the only thing I can think of when I look at it. My footsteps must make her aware of my presence again, her eyes dart over to meet mine and she sits upwards on the couch smiling warmly up at me.
• "Her. I'll start making you some food" I place the items on the coffee table in front of her and turn to walk to the kitchen when a small hand is placed in mine, pulling me back towards her.