Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

the flowers are a symbol of her presence but his absence.

This is NOT my story, this belongs to xcalliex but she has deleted it along with her other novels. I uploaded this because it is a beautiful book, and other people wanted to read it. Just a heads up for some readers, I am willing to take this book down if she asks.

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.