The time passed quickly. Days slipped into weeks, and weeks slipped into months, and slowly but surely she faded from his thoughts. She became nothing more than a ghost that haunted his nights, his days filled with paperwork and filing.
There were girls, of course. Countless girls. The studious ones doing internships, the pretty ones who sold newspapers in the lobby, the fashionable girls from the coffee shop. He flirted, took them out for dinner and dancing in London, and would snog them senseless in his flat once or twice. But invariably, his nightgaunt would creep into his thoughts, and he felt sick and guilty, all those feelings of inadequacy rushing back to him. So he would send them on their way, and never see them again.
And he spent his nights with Luna.