This doesn’t feel right. In my gut and in my heart, it just doesn’t. There’s still an ache there, as though it’s longing for something. I meet his gaze. He appears just as confused as I am. I imagine myself running. The muscles in my legs explode. The cold Chicago air fills my lungs as I gasp for more of it. My heart races, pounding against my ribs. Even though I’m staring right at Tyler, I can’t picture him.
