Everything about this hurt. There was not a single thing about being curled up in her sister's flat with silent tears pushing behind her eyes, George awkwardly keeping his distance while he tried to figure out what he could or should or would do, that didn't hurt. It seemed to come in waves; sometimes all she felt was numb, a great void in and around her, and sometimes it was soul-crushing agony. Alicia had only been awake and sober for a few hours, but it felt like eternity.
"I can't remember our last kiss," she muttered, still staring at the wall. She was talking about Terence, but she didn't remember her last kiss with George either; it had been over six months ago, so that wasn't a surprise. Terence, however, that was much more recent. She could remember Bora Bora, they'd done a lot of kissing there, but there had to have been times since then that she couldn't. That seemed just as painful and horrible as the fact that she wouldn't ever get to do it again.