Travis opens his eyes, and he feels the ache in his heart.
He knew it was going to happen.
The memories, blurred and twisted into dreams, always haunt him whenever he sleeps heavily.
With a groan, he gets off the couch, feeling like shit and heavier, still wearing yesterday's clothes, the blackout curtains keeping the sunlight out.
Fuck, his head feels like it weighs a ton.
With a haggard exhale, he pinches his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as he wills the memories to be buried, the remnants clinging to him.
His chest hurts too much, and he has the strongest urge to be with his mate.
To call him, remind himself that he is here, even when they didn't get their happy ending, they are still here.
They met again and started over, even though Travis is a walking grave of their past.
He reaches out within to feel him, and when he does, he gasps, because how many times has he reached out to Day, through their bond, only to be met with a void?
