I'm sinking down in my window seat, anxious and a little on edge. I don't like any sort of public transportation, so planes aren't my thing, I can tell already, even though it's my first time. I just wish Masen was here with me. Or Rose.

I miss her.

There's a woman sitting next to me who seems incredibly prepared for a three-hour plane ride. She's wearing yellow yoga pants and several layers on top. Her hair is up in a neat ponytail and she's clutching a tattered copy of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, along with her phone.

Now would be the time to text Masen and tell him I'm on my way. I'm regretting my decision to leave on a whim slightly, since I'll have to find my own way in the Miami International Airport, take a taxi to his place. I hate sitting in cars with unknown drivers. But I'll do it, for him.

Esme is the only one I told about today. She waved me goodbye at JFK, hugged me like a mother would. She promised to come visit, treat me to a spa day and weekly Skype calls. She won't charge me for her time, so I plan on buying her some gifts.

Made it on the plane, thank you for getting up before the sun does.

She replies instantly, telling me she's already at the gym and plans to take the dogs on a big walk later. Esme was excited to hear about Masen's dog and how it'll be good for me to have her around.

I plan on writing in a journal whenever I feel the need. When I feel like it's time, and I can deal with it, I'll mail it to Rose.

I'm a little shaky when the plane takes off, but it's almost like being on a train, less bad than I expected it to be. The air hostess wears light blue that makes her auburn hair pop, and I watch her routine as we're in the air.

*ILCK*

The plane's wheels touch down in Miami, Florida, and I can see why they call it the Sunshine State. The sky is blue with trails of pure, white clouds and there are even palm trees lined up by the airport.

It's November but it's seventy degrees, and dragging around my suitcase and backpack through all the wrong corridors makes me break out a sweat. I stop in one of the restrooms and pull off my hoodie, stuffing it through the handles off my bag.

I'm glad there's a taxi outside. It's hot and a little humid, and even though it's barely ten in the morning, the sun is out high in the sky.

I'm in the car for twenty-one minutes, spotted a view of the ocean and lots of people in summer clothes. It's weird to grasp that just three hours on a plane brings you to an entirely different climate.

My car stops next to a tall, glass building, it's windows shimmering in the sunlight. It looks luxurious, beautiful.My eyes grow wide as I take it in.

I glance at my phone, double-checking the address and floor I have to be on, when I see him. My face cracks out in a wide grin that hurts my cheeks at the sight of him. We've been apart for a week and I've missed him. My memories don't even serve him right. He's wearing black, Ray Ban sunglasses and is dressed in black jeans and a green shirt the color of his eyes. He looks so good, biceps straining as he pulls the leash of Persephone, Black and tan fur shining.

I'm about to step out of the car and yell at him, when panic strikes and blood drains from my face. I audibly gasp, fingers digging into the strap of my backpack in my lap as my smile fades impossibly fast.

She's gorgeous with shoulder-length black hair in beachy waves, her tattooed midriff bare, red cotton stretched over a lithe upper body. Her legs go on for miles even though she's tiny and doesn't even reach Masen's shoulders. She throws her arms around his neck, and basically jumps on top of his back before he kisses her cheek. I'm appalled, shocked. What the actual fuck?!

Oh my God...