She walks out to her car, the drizzling raindrops hitting her in the face. When she pulls her car onto the road, she's used to calling him.
She's used to hearing him tell her to hurry over, just cause he wants to cuddle.
She's used to saying his name quietly and giggling when he uses a baby voice.
She's used to sleeping at his house and in his arms.
She's used to his kisses waking her up.
Tonight she's driving to her house, not being able to remember the last time she was there without HIM. It hurts inside and she does everything she can to stop herself before she starts crying, but tears start falling out all too soon. His name comes out in a whisper between heavy breaths and soon she cant even see the road shes driving on. She wishes it was all a dream. That she could wake up without ever being in that van. Or ever seeing HIM hurt like that. Her phone rings in her coat pocket and her heart skips a beat. She pulls the phone out hoping to see his name on the screen. Its not his...it's Cal's.
Shes not sure if she should answer and cry to him or not, but her phone vibrates in her hand and she clears her tears enough to see the name across the screen in big white letters. She opens the text he sent and reads it frantically, responding with shaking thumbs. She has a chance to say an actual goodbye to him, at his aparment...and she jumps at it.