When he walked out of her life, it devastated her. She'd thought that he loved her, but she was – obviously, stupidly, tragically – wrong. She tried to move on. Five years past, and she still hadn't moved on. She still wanted him. Him and his lovely deep blue eyes. His shaggy brown hair. His tan skin and lean physique. His tall stature. He had been her world, and now she was without gravity. And that was how she died. Missing everything that had once been, but wouldn't be again.