I shrugged them on wistfully. The draft was horrendous. I tried wearing jackets to cover them, but the weather became too unbearable. Soon I had to slink through my days, two bare and empty spots where my wings should be.
Every time you or your partner try to break up, time travelers from the future appear and tell you that the nature of the universe depends upon you being together. It's been four years and you're both miserable.