Watching Dylan leave was hard. Even though I’d been pissed at him when he arrived, I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay. Seeing him like that, so broken, ignited a fierce protectiveness in me. I wanted nothing more than to hold him close and take away his pain, pretending I wasn’t the cause of it. I’ve never been on the receiving end of someone walking away before, and I gotta say, it’s not a great feeling.
