"Sorry," she chuckled, "I'll stop talking one of these days," she kissed his fingers and laid her head back on his chest, just listening to his heart beat.
Abi had dreamt of her parents, but the memory of their faces was fading away slowly in her head like a candle burning out. She had photographs stashed away to show Charlie but they were fading too. She wasn't even sure if her memories were real memories or if they were just stories told to her by her Gran when she was young.
"Drink?" she asked, trying to shake that thought out of her mind.