Wuthering Heights

They stopped at the entrance of the tube station. He looked inside. "I'll see you around," he said, turning back to face her, his face turning into a mask. This was it then. She reached up and hugged him, like a friend would. They stepped back awkwardly. A beat passed. "Look after her," she said, unsure why she chose to say that. That, somehow, undid the mask. He swiftly gathered her into her arms, and sighed. He could not, must not, weep. His heart was in disarray, but his mind was made up.

They stayed locked in that embrace for what felt like eternity. She swore she could hear hearts breaking, like icebergs crumbling, crashing away, so sudden, after a long thaw.

© S Christmas. Photo: Christmas & Holmes.