My own true love, farewell for a while

Nina woke with a start. Her hand flew to the bed next to her, but it was empty. She sat there for a long moment, calming her heart as she listened. She couldn't hear Geralt moving around downstairs in the cabin's kitchen. Had he gone out early for something? She consoled herself with that thought as she eased out of bed and wrapped herself in a robe.

She watched the clouds race across the heavy, overcast sky, rushed along by the winds blowing. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, and after being awake for a while, she tried calling Geralt. He hated his phone, but he'd learned how to use it and it was, sometimes, the easiest way to find him.

This number has been disconnected, a tinny voice told her on the other end of the line.

Everything in Nina went numb. She dropped her phone and gripped the kitchen table. She didn't know how long she stood there, just breathing with tears stinging her eyes. Eventually, she forced herself to move. Trembling, she dressed herself and put on her shoes. She grabbed her phone, her coat, and went out into the sharp, windy day. At first she didn't know where she was going as she strode through the woods in her sweeping red coat. But she walked through the forest, and into the rolling suburbs, and finally into the city itself. She didn't stop until she reached Dimera.

Nina pounded on the door, eyes red from tears and disheveled from her walk.

Don't you see that lonesome dove sitting on an ivy tree

Nina sat at a booth near the back of the bar, staring at the bottle of liquor on the table. A glass sat next to it, though she hadn't touched either just yet. She wasn't even sure how long she'd been sitting there anymore.

It had been a day or two since Geralt disappeared. Maybe two, now, she thought. She'd spent the first day on the floor of Kaz and Inej's apartment, and she'd managed to leave, but she wasn't sure where to go or what to do with herself. And that was probably how she found herself in a bar, sitting in front of a bottle that she'd like very much to drown in. Her eyes were still red-rimmed from crying, her hair limp from the lack of a shower in the last few days.

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, barely focused as the tears threatened to overflow again.

Come sit with me? I'm at Tintern.