How green was my valley, this is all that Dan thought all day, and all night, when she was here, Ella, she was his beacon of hope and now the light had gone out of his life.

Dan remembered those days of sultry sunshine and bleak winters intermixed with dry autumn and lush springs. She was the apple of his eye, his everything, he had lost faith in the concept of unrequited love but she had helped reinforce his faith and belief in it. All those memories of them sitting in the sunset...