Three years later, this time alone, driving south down to Portugal. I felt the same, fucked, proper fucked.
The reality of the whole situation hit home, the party was over. It stopped with the goddess. Sometimes things just have to come to an end.
I had four more contests to go, then I would go home and get married a no brainer really, life was good, better than it had ever been. Better than I could ever have imagined.