It was funny how we got so many signs of how bad this trip would be right from the start.
Jacob sat beside me as we flew first class back to New York. We were protected by a shield of silence with no one daring to break it and, just like before, I sat by the window.
My eyes hurt so much from crying and it felt like all the water that hid beneath them had all dried up. I couldn't even cry if I wanted to, so I tried to find something else that could possibly alleviate the pain my heart held.
Looking out the window brought a surreal calming effect that made my heart feel less heavy. I was happy with the seat I got once again.
In all honesty, I would admit that I envied the clouds. They sat comfortably in the sky and they were free to roam the broad horizon as they wished. Whatever moods
