64. She Is More.

‘You'll always have my shoulder when you cry

I'll never let go, never say goodbye

You know’

— Count On Me by Bruno Mars

LEO

The drive back home is quiet, the silence only disturbed by the soft hum of my driving car and the occasional murmurs from Frosty as she shifts in the passenger seat. Her head keeps slipping from the headrest towards the window, and I find myself continuously adjusting her head back to the headrest.

However, I keep losing the battle whenever her head slips again and again and again, and eventually, I allow her to rest her head against the window glass.

Every now and then, her soft murmurs and sighs filter into the silence between us. They are incoherent, just a jumble of sounds and words that I can't decipher, but the pain and vulnerability I hear in them makes my heart squeeze and ache even more than it did back then at the bar. I try to keep my focus on the road ahead, but my eyes can’t stop glancing at her to keep checking for any signs of discomfort. My