Christopher might be an asshole but if there was one good thing to admit about him, it was that he made great sunny side up eggs that was just a little runny.
I couldn't say that to his bacon though. If it weren't for spite, I wouldn't have eaten that disgusting greasy thing he called a meal.
I walked over to the closest window, sipping water that I had taken from the pitcher in my room. Moving the curtains aside, I stared out at the falling snow. I was given the corner bedroom of the house, with windows that looked out to the slope of the cliff and part of the view of the sea. The snowflakes were quite large and when I looked below, the ground was already covered it.
Despite that, the sea still sparked azure, creating a beautiful contrast between the calm blue waters and the deep ca
