Without her, he didn’t know what to do. So he boarded a cruise ship and sailed away. His heart was broken. It wasn’t her fault. It was life. Or fate. Or a few wrong cells within her body. As he looked out over the rail, he wondered if he’d ever be able to move on. His grief felt as immense as the vast sea in front of him.
A waiter passed by, and he ordered one more drink. And he’d probably have another after that. One drink to remember and another to forget.
