Chapter 40 | The Sea Witch

If I had to describe the days spent without Marcus in the words of music, it was one of those sad violin pieces playing in the background continuously, blending days and nights together. The kind of sad music that had the power to evoke suppressed feelings, bringing tears to the eye even on the brightest of the days.

To make matters worse the days were far from bright where I was. It had been raining cats and dogs from the day I returned. A windowless roundhouse, dark rainy days, and my regretful longing; it made me yearn for the bright Mediterranean sun and Marcus's cheery smiles.

"It's okay to stay in bed if the morning brings you sadness," Selma said, handing me a hot cup of spiced ginger mead.

This drink did bring me comfort, for more like five minutes every time I had it. I missed coffee! The smell of freshly brewed coffee, the taste of the first sip, and the feel of the hot mug on a cold day. I also missed chocolates, french fries, pizza, and what not! I wanted junk food right no