‘My girlfriend and I are going to marry,’ he says, and I shipwreck on the love in his quivering voice. ‘Oh,’ I whisper, swallowing hard. ‘Great! When?’ ‘Soon.’ He smiles; delicate creases appear underneath his beautiful eyes, mapping out the path to my catastrophe. ‘I’m happy for you,’ I tell him. ‘I really am.’ Dying on the rocky shores, I lean forward to kiss his freshly shaven cheeks.