~AUTUMN~
I spot Atticus walking towards the jeep.
I watch his hair fall against his forehead while he walks. I watch the angry frown on his face, like something or someone was bothering him.
I saw his eyes sweep over the jeep, searching for me. At least, I hoped it was me he was looking for.
He doesn't look like he has anything to say to me. He tried hiding his annoyance after spotting me, but I'd already seen it. Was he angry with me for finally confessing to him? Whatever it was that had him angry had changed his mood for the worse.
I didn't want to care about any of that, but I would be lying to myself if I pretended it didn't bother me. Anything that affected Atticus would also affect me. Our bond would always ensure that happened, and even before we were bonded, things had a
