He was stranded. On this beach, in the comfort of his cottage overseeing the shore. She had left.
"You don't think this is a thing, do you?"
He had stammered. Fumbled with his hands. He did not want to be alone again. It felt so cruel. Hoping she would choose him after another of their passions, he had offered her to stay the night.
"It's better if we end this here."
She had forgotten her shawl which lay on the sofa next to him. He picked it up and felt it in his hands. It smelled of her. It would forever.