A total of fifteen minutes would be spent in silence before the car would come to its stop. For a single moment, Kayla looked over to Devon to try and offer some form of consolidation for the pain self-evident on his face, but she was struggling on what to say to him or how to say anything. She questioned how they could go from being perfectly intertwined as they were a handful of minutes ago to now being as close as parallel lines; so near, yet never meeting.
Her heart yearned to mend the perpetual sad eyes and matching frown he wore as she then reached for him. Yet, as her digits reached across the space that seemed endless to her, he suddenly turned and opened his door at the same moment; denying her the attempt to soothe him with her soft comfort. However, she couldn't validate if he
