Emmerdale- Robert
No better place to catch the sunset than from the scrapyard.
Aaron had left early to meet Alex for a drink, Gerry scarpered soon after. Brittle February air stinging his already winter-chapped lips. Everything's quiet. Okay.
Well, it's not. He'd rather have his arm around Aaron as they watched the oranges and yellows paint the horizon. Robert could never stand outside for long on his own.
Full saffron sky. The colors bloom and then die down again, falling below the shelf of the world for another evening. He's left wanting.
Beef biryani for tea, he decides, standing up to leave.