They met as students. Their lovemaking was loud and unrestrained but fell short of damaging college furniture. They spent all their time indoors, studying and fucking and got better at one and sometimes the other. Nothing got in their way except death. She never forgave him for killing himself on the eve of the exam results, which was also the anniversary of their getting together, the same night he was supposed to tell his father he was dating a non-believer. Which he was escaping from he did not say, before he swallowed a fistful of sleeping pills. She graduated with 1st class honours anyway and married a wire journalist who died covering a terrorist attack.