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same electricity I'd felt before once again shuddered through my body each time your arm brushed against me. I turned slightly so that I could see the side of your face; I was so close I could see the dimples forming on your face as you looked down at your phone and I noticed an uneasy look of your face; almost as if you were disappointed about something. I immediately panicked thinking you were annoyed at me for sitting so close to you and my nervousness returned so I hastily turned back around. Suddenly I had a moment of courageousness or maybe madness as I found myself quickly turning to speak to you and get it over and don't with but as I did so the bar tender leant across and asked me what I would like to drink. In annoyance I quickly brushed him off and I turned to say nothing thanks and then looked back to you but as I did you jumped down from the stool and ran into the arms of a man who I certainly did not recognise. Were you actually dating this creep? I mean look at him in his leather jacket and his longish blonde hair and stupid red jumper. Why would you pick this stranger over me!? The electricity that once filled me with joy turned my whole body into a rage; the pleasurable stimulation now turning into sharp stabbing pains in my chest and throughout my whole body. So that day in the Marina I pushed my stool away sharply sending it crashing to the floor and rushed past you and your boyfriend; no doubt you wandered who that strange person was who ran out of the Marina that day; no doubt you actually didn't care at all. That was then and this is now mind, all is forgiven and I realise I acted irrationally; for all I know that could have been just a childhood friend or a work colleague; nothing special about that is there. I was sorry to hear about his recent death though and my deepest sympathies to you and his parents. Timothy Valentine, aged 21, Doctor is killed in tragic mugging last night; or at least that's what I think the papers said. The police are saying it was a mugging and that there was no apparent motif; just a plain mugging. I just think; how can they possibly think it was simply a mugging when nothing was taken from him; there was still money in his wallet for Christ's sake but I guess that's just the police for you isn't it. I saw you crying at the funeral; in fact most people were crying but then again it was a funeral wasn't it. You looked beautiful even dressed in black from head to toe; your hair up in bun and a black hat sat

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