This is the shortest chapter so far, but the next one shall be longer. Hopefully you enjoy it and review, I love hearing from you and your comments are so wonderful.

I also apologise for not updating yesterday, my laptop has officially died. I have actually got so desperate to carry writing this that I am now using my university library in order to keep up with updates.

For Percy…

He loved the sea. It reminded him of childhood afternoons spent with his parents and sisters. It reminded him of happier times before the war had destroyed his family and he had come to England. Sitting himself down on the sand, Florian sighed as he glanced across at the waves and smiled to himself. Did she like the sea? When was the last time she had visited the coast? Did she ever visit as a child with her family? Groaning, Florian shut his eyes for a moment as he tried to stop himself from thinking about her, even though he knew no matter how hard he tried it was impossible. Josie Mardle was permanently on his mind, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her. Everything he did, he thought about her and what she was currently doing. Was she happier now that he had left the house? He had not written to her yet, he was finding it almost impossible. He would start the letter but would find himself writing down everything he loved about her and desperately begging her to stop pushing him away when he was so madly in love with her and he wanted to be in a relationship with her more than anything. Sighing, Florian stood up and began to walk across the beach, feeling the cold breeze against his face as he continued to think of London. Although he liked the house here and was enjoying the coast, it was too quiet. He missed the sound of her laugh and her voice, the sound of her heels against the wooden floor when she was walking around often trying to deal with one issue or another. It was starting to get ridiculous, how often his thoughts strayed to her rather than appreciating where he was and the peace. He wanted to explore England and instead of enjoying the new location, he was dreaming about being in London and being near her again.

"I need to stop this," he muttered to himself, glad that no one was nearby to hear him talking to himself. He had to stop doing this. She did not want to be with him, no matter what her feelings were. She had made it very clear that she wanted nothing like that with him and he needed to try and stop thinking about her every second of the day. Yes he loved her and thought she was the most wonderful person, but that would not get her to change her mind about him. She was not interested in any other relationship than friendship and he could not force her to change her mind. Feeling the wind get colder, Florian sighed as he wrapped his jacket tighter around his body before he climbed off the beach and began to walk towards the house. He had been lucky that Victor had known someone who had a house in this area that they were currently not living in and Victor had been correct in saying it had the most beautiful view. It was practically perfect and would have been if she had been here. Groaning as his mind betrayed him again, Florian unlocked the door to the small cottage before stepping inside and removing his jacket, the warmth of the building comforting him as he approached the small kitchen and began to make himself a cup of tea. He had never drunk the drink as much as he did now in England, that was one way she had influenced his life. She seemed to always be making tea, it was just another way of occupying herself. She had told him, when they had been able to sit comfortably together, that when she had first moved into the house and was living alone, she had felt so lost in the quietness that the sound of the kettle boiling calmed her to some extent and that was part of the reason she occupied her time making the drink. "She does not love me," he whispered to himself, trying to control his thought as he poured the boiling water in the cup and glanced out of the window at the setting sun. She would probably adore the view, she seemed the sort of person who would be happy at these small beauties. Hearing a knock at the front door as he began to complete his cup of tea, Florian turned to face the direction of the door in confusion. He did not know anyone here and he was not expecting visitors. Approaching it as he straightened the waistcoat he was wearing, Florian quickly looked around to make sure that everything was in order before he unlocked the door, shock covering his face at the woman who was standing in the doorway.

"Hello Florian."

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