Heartache

Dylan's POV...

"You are going?" The first question dad asked when he saw me entering his room. He was working on his laptop, he shut it down and stood up as I nodded. The servants had already done putting my luggage in the car.

"Are you upset?" That's his second question. Upset? Am I upset? If I'm, what's the reason? Dad is very confusing!

I was wearing a black overcoat and a muffler around my neck because it was freaking cold outside. But being upset? Do I look upset? Was it because of the outfit? Scanning myself from head to toe, I looked up at dad again. "Why did you ask?" I asked, tilting my head.

Dad ambled across me and put his hand on my shoulder in a way of comforting. "You haven't seen your face, buddy. You look pale, cast down. You are missing her already?"

Yeah. Yeah. He got me. Her. The topic of Tiara. I don't know if I was upset or not. But true... I'm already missing her. And I will miss her so much though it's just for a day.