Devils Roses 04 - Witch

it felt weak. Not poignant and deep as it should be. It was shallow and barely there. He felt hollow.
    He walked to the room he knew she would sleep in. The room she had been held captive in. She would torture herself by sleeping there.
    The candles had snuffed recently, leaving a smell of smoke in the air. She lay on the bed in her clothes. Her red hair was splayed out around her. His stomach didn’t ache and long the way it had before. Her ruddy skin didn’t move his fingers to touch her.
    He barely registered her smell in the air.
    “Hanna.” His voice was flat.
    She turned over revealing her red and puffy face, “Sam.”
    She reached for him but he stepped back and walked to the armchair beside the bed.
    Tears started to flow from her eyes, “Sam I’m sorry. I need you to hear that. I love you. I love you so much.”
    He nodded, “I know you are. Hanna I can’t forgive you.”
    “I know that. I see the blank stare in your face. You don’t see me anymore. I don’t know how to fix it.”
    He grinned wishing he could enjoy her pain, “You can’t. I’ve broken the match. You’re free to live in Greece and torture men to your heart’s content.”
    She shook her head, “I don’t want that. I want you.”
    His smile felt stuck on his face, “You had me Hanna.” He laughed bitterly, “Correction you never had me. You wanted space after Aleks and Marcus died. You wanted to figure things out. You wanted to catch up with your emotions.”
    “I just wanted to start over.”
    He shook his head, “There is no starting over. I’ve broken the match.”
    “Sam why would you go to such extremes?”
    “Hanna you told me that you wished you never loved me. What did you think I would do?”
    Her eyes grew cold, “Understand that I was drunk and confused. I just said those things. I never meant them.”
    He nodded, “Okay, well great you never meant them. That doesn’t change what is done. You have a lot of growing up to do Hanna. You will get past me just like I’ve gotten past you.”
    He stood and walked from the room.
    She called out to him, “Don’t do this Sam.”
    He muttered, “It’s done.”
    He flashed to Lydia’s house. He opened the fridge and pulled out the chocolate almond milk that he loved. He drank from the carton.
    “Sam you knows I hates that.”
    He glanced at Annabelle and pulled the carton from his lips, “Sorry Annabelle. I’ll finish it.”
    She pointed to the table, “You wants some breakfast?”
    He looked over and nodded at the plates of pancakes and bacon and eggs and sausage.
    “No home fries?”
    She pulled them from the oven, as he spoke, “Don’t be getting picky on me Sam. Yous lucky you getting breakfast after what you done to Miss Hanna. You conned that girl into doing that spell. You thinks I don’t know yous took my plate. Yous lucky she never died.”
    He frowned, “From scrying?”
    She put the plate down on the table and snapped at him, “Sam that be my plate. It be tied to me. My power be in there. You put her power in there. Now it be her plate. Her magic is stronger. You ruined my plate. And yes she coulda gone and died on all y’all. Witches scry after years of training.”
    He blushed, “Sorry Annabelle.”
    “What’s done is done is all. Eats the breakfast Sam before I gets mad. You shouldn’t have took my plate and you shouldn’t have took her to Giselle's.”
    He noticed things on the back counter floating. Annabelle angry meant the house would get trashed, which made Annabelle angrier. It was a lose lose situation. Annabelle disappeared into the wall.
    He sat at the table as Sarah materialized. He smirked at her, “Hiding?”
    She nodded, “They have all been feisty since yesterday. You guys did a bad thing Sam. They said it’s a bad spell to do. You could die from it.”
    He frowned, “What?”
    She nodded, “Lydia said she did it once before. The woman hung herself. The sadness of not feeling anything, it gets to you.”
    He ruffled her hair, “Don’t worry about it Sarah.” He didn’t feel anything. Even the sentence she spoke didn’t worry him.
    “It’s not possible to feel sadness if you can’t feel anything.”
    Sarah’s little face didn’t look convinced. She ate a piece of bacon and shook her head, “It was a bad thing Sam.”
    He pointed, "You shouldn’t be eating that bacon. Your mom would be very angry."
    She smiled, "I'm not a vegan here. I'm a flexitarian. I eat what I'm served."
    He piled food on his