Grace sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the floor. Greg. Her head was full of him. It had all gone wrong. They’d said goodbye at Chelmsford train station again. It was becoming a very unsatisfactory habit. Saying goodbye and going their separate ways. Why? They’d been so relaxed in each other’s company on the way up to Ascot. Things had been great the whole day, especially after that conversation they’d had. How had things gone so wrong on the way home? It all seemed to change the moment they’d got on the train. They’d been fine on the Tube across London, the same as they’d been all day – happy, chatty, affectionate and easy in each other’s company. They’d sat holding hands and giggling at silly things. But as the Chelmsford train pulled out of Liverpool Street, after a brief spell of reading out her horoscope to her from his phone (Luck and Love were coming. Brilliant), Greg went silent. Attempts from her to continue the wonderful time they’d had were met by him staring out of the window, until she’d stared too…at fields and houses where people with normal relationships were living normal lives.
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