Emily sat on the hospital bed, dressed in an unappealing gown, gently swinging her legs dreaming that she was dipping her toes in the warm waters of the Mediterranean. It had been two months since Emily had been in Majorca and in that time she had searched for love, found love and lost it again. It started with kisses in the moonlight and finished with wine on the beach creating something she was not prepared for. Her heart broke when the line turned blue, no matter how desperately she wanted it.
“Emily, are you ready?”
“Yes.” She replied, meaning no.