“Ah, and a man can surely bring out the sadness in a woman, can’t he? I’m going to the pub tonight for a pint and some food that I don’t have to make myself. Why don’t you join me?”

I immediately start to decline. After all, I’m not a ton of fun right now, but then I reconsider. Why should I be sad and mopey the whole time I’m in Ireland?

“You know, that sounds like a lot of fun. What time should I be ready?”

“By five. Excellent.” Sinead smiles and pats my shoulder, then leaves the kitchen with a tray of biscuits for the customers.

The workday runs smoothly and quickly, given that we only had four couples check out today. I’m all finished with my duties by early afternoon, so after a quick change of clothes, I grab my windbreaker and a hat and set off for the cliffs.

The salty sea air is a welcome thing as I make my way over the green grass to the cliffs and just stand, breathing in the air and watching the waves.

Yes, this is my happy place. I could stand here forever.

The truth is, I’ve been angry and sad this week. Confused. And then angry again.

Cam hasn’t reached out even once. Last night, I picked up my phone, and when I brought our last texts up, I saw three dots as if he were typing something. I was so excited and nervous to hear from him, but then the dots disappeared, and there was nothing.

Not one thing in more than a week.

I have so many questions, and I know that he won’t answer any of them.

And that’s damn frustrating.

I make my way inland to the castle ruins that I played in and around as a child. I used to daydream about leprechauns and faeries running around, granting wishes. Once, I could have sworn I heard the music from long ago being played through the mists around the ruins, but I didn’t tell anyone because they would have told me I was hearing things.

But if you can’t think of such fanciful things in Ireland, then where can you?

There’s an ancient cemetery behind the ruins with stones long ago weathered, so the names aren’t readable. But I think it’s a beautiful place. Every day after I finish work, I come walk out this way, listen to the waves crashing against the cliffs, and sing softly to myself.

I haven’t posted on social media in more than a week.

I’ve unplugged, as they say. And although I miss Cam something terrible, it’s been nice to be here, working hard and letting the sea soothe my bruised heart.