Torn

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Saffron hummed to herself as she turned the key in the lock of her flat. She was tired. It had been a long and busy weekend and she'd much rather have been back at Jonathan's place but knew she had to come back to Inverness because of work and Freehold commitments.

She put the kettle on for a cuppa while she booted the laptop up. She would just check to see if there was anything she could help anyone with before she collapsed into bed.

"That odd..." she thought, staring at the computer. "A message from Jon but he not text me."

Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she read the short message.

The Spring Courtier in her understood about following desires. The woman didn't care about that.

She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to China. Then Saffron began to reach for the box of tissues as her heart broke over Jon leaving her. She had spent the weekend worrying about him, convinced that he was going to die.

Instead he had resolved to travel the world.

As she dissolved into sobbing, one thought crossed Saffron's mind.

"Why Jon not ask me to go with him?"