"After you disappeared, I thought you were dead. For a long time, I drank every day. The wine I had stored for you in the wine cellar was all gone." He smiled a little. "Why do women like to drink that kind of wine? You drink so much, yet you never get drunk, and you stay completely aware. It's completely useless."
Sophia's throat felt like it had something stuck in it. "You..."
"Depressed, huh? I didn't want to be that way, but I couldn't control myself. If I didn't drink, I couldn't sleep. Sitting there all night, waiting for the dawn, was really unbearable."
Sophia felt sad hearing him. She had gone through something similar herself. You want to forget someone, but no matter how hard you try, you can't.
Except, it must have been harder for him than for her, because he thought she had already drowned at sea.
