I want to go home now. My world is spinning; stars fracturing, wind cleaving as if it was threatening to cut me in half.

            I slowly cracked my eyelids open, slowly inhaling his scent. I stared at his red-rimmed cerulean eyes, the eyes that can vaguely hide sorrows and immensely pour out unspoken sadness.

            “I want to go home.” I murmured with these eyes closing again, never minding if my voice is enough to be heard by someone or even by the ghost of Eliane herself.

            I know how important our honeymoon is and how productive our days here in Greece has been. Yet, being apart from the first place...