“I was never going to get another text from Bay. I was never going to make her forehead crinkle with my words, or hear her laugh in that surprised way she had when she tried and failed to suppress it, never going to hear her quiet intake of breath when she realised we were about to kiss, and never going to hear her sleepily say ‘G’night, Charlie’ on the other end of the phone.
A thousand tiny nothing moments that were collectively every fucking thing I’d ever wanted.”