IV.
His fingers were tingling.
Burning.
It was the oddest sensation.
He didn't know why they were tingling, but he had a fleeting suspicion that it was something to do with the wayward curl clinging vulnerably onto the edge of her shoulder.
It was only after she had left, offering him a gentle pat on his shoulder and a smile as brilliant as the sun, that he realised the tingling was the first sensation he had felt in over seven months.
Damn curl.
Hope was fleeting, but he felt it deeply.
Know-it-all.
Even though she'd gone, the day felt brighter.