Zephyr reclined in the front seat of the moving vehicle, heart aching. His muscles felt weak, eyes clouded with a mist of tears. His mind stirred, memories of everything that had happened the past few days came flooding in. His fight with Sylvia. The event in Jason's home.
A knot tightened in his chest. If only he'd said something earlier, none of this would be happening. But now it's too late. It's too late to change anything. Right now all he could do was return home and accept the fact that he'd lost Sylvia forever.
“Sir,” the driver called in a calm voice.
Zephyr turned to face him, weakly. “Are we there already?”
“No,” the man replied. “I meant to ask if you were alright. You look as if something is bothering you?”
Zephyr stared into the man's steady brown eyes for a moment. “I'
