“It seems like such a shame to tear you two apart after all you’ve been through together.” Mrs Postlethwaite says. “I’m sure you’ll see her again Billy.” she assured before taking him back to her house on the hill.
Billy goes up to his room and sits on Alice’s bed. He looks down at his dress and smiles as he smooths it over his lap. It’s not one of his favourites but he wore it for Alice; she always said he suited blue best of all and he wanted to look nice for her on their final day together. He looks up at the wall to where the cross-stitch name plaque he’d made her used to hang and sees only a nail. “Oh Alice!” he blubbers before crumpling onto her pillow and sobbing his heart out.
