He dreamed of her. Lying alone in her bed, crying herself to sleep. He gloated in his dream, serves her right, if only she had given in to him. He would have made her so happy. So what they belonged to two opposite poles, he to the pole that had all the darkness to offer and she had the one with light.
It was after all a favour to love someone and he has done that with more than all his being.
The next morning he woke up and headed for her house, no, not inside, he used to take twenty rounds waiting for her to show up.
It took her hours to show up and she was just like she was yesterday, when he saw her last.
Happy as hell!