I stepped out of the front door, bracing myself against the chilly invasion of early winter winds. It was still bright outside, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Jamming my gloved hands into my sweater’s pockets, I set off for the corner shop for my daily dose of coffee and madness. The street was wonderfully…

She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me. Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there.…