Our plane ride would be how you could expect it to be, nothing as exotic as when we came to Oregon. We sat in the comfortable seats and Greyson made sure to sit by me, while Wyatt sat across from us. Our conversation wasn’t anything special either, of course we didn’t spend the time talking about Lucas or Wyatt leaving. I mainly stared out the window while Greyson held my hand. He small talked with Wyatt, but I could feel Wyatt staring at me in small portions of time. I however, never allowed myself to look over at him, because I knew that I would snap or break down. When we finally landed back into Manhattan and the plane finally came to a stop. I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding! The moment I heard the door open I stood from my seat and started to leave. Greyso
