Following the disastrous conversation with Jem, Sky closed down and told me she needed to go back to Bristol. I’m scared to ask if she’s leaving. Her demeanour toward me has cooled and although she’s talking to me, there’s a distance between us. Sky hasn’t mentioned the conversation with Jem again. I want to broach the subject, but the roads need more concentration than usual due to the wintery weather. I turn some music on, and focus on the sound rather than the emptiness in the car. The afternoon threatens snow once again, the winter at odds with the sunshine I could be in if I’d stayed in LA. If this latest revelation has fucked things up with Sky, then I won’t stay around in England. When we arrive, Sky stares up at the window to her flat and after a few minutes of silence, I open my door and climb out before walking to her side. I open her door and she steps out, not looking at me. “Are you okay?”
