Short I know. Sorry.
" Are you okay Flint?" Edward the seeker of the team asked as Marcus took a seat next to him.
Marcus sat in silence for a minute or to before responded. " No but everything will be alright once I get home." Marcus grinned.
" Your awfully strange." Edward turned his attention back to the captain.
"Okay." Black cleared his throat. " Tomorrow we are going to play Puddlemere. Only since most of the team members are sick." 'Little pansies' he muttered under his breath. " We will be playing their reserve team. So that doesn't mean that today's practice is going to be any easier. Now let's practice!"
Marcus followed the team out to the field. If things couldn't get any worse. They do. Marcus wasn't feeling up to practice. He had been too busy to check whom the other teams players would be. But they didn't really pay the matter any care.
" Come on Flint!" Barked Black. " Leave your dumb problems down there. Now get up here and practice. Now!"
"I'm coming." Marcus shouted bitterly.
Marcus sighed as he left the field after practice. He was tired and hungry. Every muscle in his body screaming in pain as he moved. But Marcus of course paid them no attention. He was more concentrated on getting home. And solving the problem.
He entered his home. Nyah had used her time wisely. The house had been thoroughly cleaned. The fireplace was lit. And there were fresh flowers on the table. Marcus smiled hoping she had come to her senses. He slowly entered the bed room.
" Nyah."
But she wasn't there. Instead a small envelope lay neatly on the made bed. Marcus threw down his gear and opened the envelope. Something fell out. But he ignored it and drew out the not. It read:
' Goodbye for now Marcus.'
Marcus stared down at what fell.
It was her wedding ring.