He only feared...
that waking up from this dreamlike state had come too early, ending before there was enough time to savor it.
He looked down at the palm of his hand, where he had just interlocked fingers with her, and now it felt ice-cold, as if nothing remained.
He sighed softly, the tenderness within his heart slowly being overtaken by the creeping cold. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and inhaled, then worried the smoke might reach Amanda in the room and turned to head downstairs.
Mrs. Johnson saw her son coming down and called him over from the dining room, "Samuel, you haven't eaten anything tonight. Come and have some food."
Samuel Johnson shook his head and forced a smile, "No need, I can't eat."