I don't know what to do exactly. Do I tell him everything is going to be fine or that he did the right thing? Both of these can be taken to extreme ways beyond me trying to comfort him. My eyes take a short glance to Flynn, how he sits beside me, his eyes locked upon the road, the radio off, and it seems as if he's absent. He's feeling the side effects of rejecting your mate, how you feel emptiness, lost as you become vulnerable and your heart aches. Flynn got me through much of how I felt, how I was heartbroken and he was beside me, knowing to not take advantage of my vulnerability as he respected my state of being.
His jaw is clenched, his hands wrapped tight around the wheel as the familiar landscapes surround me. Just an hour ago we arrived back in the airport we left from, a hour dri
