I tried to break down my Wolf’s mental block, but it wouldn’t budge—I was weak. I was shattered. I needed some form of comfort. I didn’t want to feel so alone; I’d never felt so alone in my entire life.
I cried on Reid’s chest for a while. I wasn’t sure how much time passed.
My mind was reeling but empty all at once. It felt like my head was spinning. It felt like shock was coming in waves. On the crests of these waves, I fell into a stunned silence, in disbelief and in denial, but through the troughs, my grip on Reid would tighten and I wept, hard. I cried so hard, I started dry heaving.
Occasionally, when my racing thoughts grew louder than the horrible emptiness, I wished for things that seemed trivial before. I wished we’d taken more pictures together. I wished I told him more oft
