"I love it," she says, sniffling a little even as she's smiling. "I love you." She runs one fingertip down the lustrous strand of pearls, somehow both cool and warm beneath her touch; admires the slightly witchy-looking charm at the center of the bracelet with its crescent moon and three shimmering stars.

Four things, a bit like the four of them.

"It's absolutely perfect. I'll think of you every time I wear it, you know I will." Rosie looks up at him at last, her eyes shining, and pulls him in for a kiss.