Tessa sat on his bed. His violin was still sat in its case, open, the bow balancing on top of it, waiting. The empty box that had held his yin fen was sat on the bedside table, and Tessa bit her lip. It reminded her so much of that night, that kiss…

It had been two months, one week and four days since he had gone, but the pain was still as sharp as a hot poker.

A noise at the door startled her; she looked up, hopeful, despite herself. Will stood there, his arms open. With a sob, Tessa ran to him, and fell into them.

They slid to the floor, clutching at each other. Tessa felt Will's tears falling onto her hair, and she knew that hers were soaking his shirt, but she didn't care.

Jem was gone, and nothing seemed to matter anymore.