Amyas and I spend every minute of the week together. I take him to a musical, museums, markets and out to dinner. I've even taken some time off from the gallery, and today we're sat on the rivers edge looking at some of the most scenic points in London.

I watch him cover his canvas, inch by inch, recreating the beautiful reflections of the river below us in an appreciative awe.

He's gathered a small crowd at this point but I shoo them off, like his own personal body guard.

He's leaving this evening, and every part of me is reluctant to let him go. For a blissful week I've been able to smile, to feel like my old self, to feel something other than heartache and loneliness.

Amyas' phone pings again and he pauses, his brush stilling as he exhales impatiently.

"Can you get it?" He asks and I nod, reaching forwards to peer at his phone.

A message appears on the home screen, the contact information just a black heart.

"It's loverboy." I say, smiling as Amyas shakes his head.

"What did he say?" He asks, his tongue poking out as he dabs his brush delicately against his canvas.

I unlock his phone and read the message, my eyebrows shooting up as I smirk.

"He's asking who the guy was in your story last night." I murmur, glancing up to see him roll his eyes.

Amyas, Grey and I had gone to a bar last night and potentially had a little too much to drink. I'm assuming the guy is me, from the frankly absurd video Grey had taken of me carrying Amyas' drunk ass home.

"Tell him to mind his own business." Amyas says and I laugh, typing out the message and hitting send.

His phone rings not a second later and I show it to Amyas who rolls his eyes again.

I swipe my finger across, answering the call. I stifle a laugh at Amyas' less than impressed expression.

"Hello?" I say.

"Who's that?" A gruff voice asks and I smirk.

"I can be whoever you want me to be, baby." I say, unable to keep my flirtatious tone at bay.

"I'm Wyatt, where's Amyas?" He asks and I grin.

"He's painting, but he should be done in a second. He's just got my cock left to do." I say, biting my lip as Amyas' eyes bug out of his head.

"Excuse me?" He asks, his voice hot as I laugh, dodging Amyas' arms as they wrestle for the phone.

"I'm joking! I'm joking, go finish your painting, Am." I say, shooing him away as he reluctantly goes back to his canvas.

"I'm Ledger, Amyas' best mate." I say into the phone and I smile as Wyatt exhales audibly.

"Oh, hi Ledger. Amyas is staying with you, isn't he?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I was the one carrying his drunk ass home last night." I say and he chuckles down the phone.

"Thanks for looking out for him. Can you ask him to call me when he's free?" He asks and I hum in confirmation. I hesitate for a moment.

"You're uh, you're looking out for him too, right? Now that I'm not around..." I say quietly, trailing off.

"Yeah. I uh..I care about him." He says awkwardly and I smile.

"Good. Alright, I'll get him to call you. Although you'll be getting him back this evening you lucky bastard, so I don't see why you need to speak with him." I grumble and he laughs.

"I don't wanna have to wait that long. This week's been hell." He grumbles and I roll my eyes.

"Alright. Later, Wyatt." I murmur, hanging up the call.

"He seems nice." I say, watching Amyas blush.

"He wants me to call him?" He asks vacantly and I nod.

"Yup, as soon as. He misses you." I say, grinning as Amyas turns his head away.

His phone pings again and I glance at it automatically.

My stomach drops when I see the name, my chest hollow as I feel my expression crumple.

"What's he saying now?" Amyas asks, his voice light and humorous until he looks over.

"Um..not Wyatt." I mutter, my voice breaking as I fling his phone over.

He reaches down and grabs it as I turn away, my lips pursed together painfully as I ignore the look of pity on Amyas' face. I sit in silence until Amyas is done, neither of us mentioning what I saw and I'm grateful.

When we get back, I help Amyas pack up his stuff and carry his bag down to the station. I even buy a ticket so that I can wait with him on the platform.

He crushes me in a tight hug, his arms winding round me so comfortingly that I feel tears sting my eyes. I return his embrace wholeheartedly, inhaling his soft scent and wishing I didn't have to say goodbye.

Although this goodbye isn't quite so painful, it stirs painful memories and when he's on the train, finally out of my sight, I almost feel relieved.

I walk home slowly, feeling more lonely than ever. Amyas had left his canvas for me and I smile at the sight of it when I get home. I hang it above my bed, sort out my washing and even tidy the flat.

Once there's nothing left to do, I sit down and finally let myself go. That text message, those words that I see even when I close my eyes, coming back to haunt me.

Text message from: Everett

It's not like I ever loved him anyway.