Who: Dylan Hayes and Emily Cauldwell
What: Consoling Dylan
When: Wednesday night
Where: Dylan's apartment



There was not a lot of concrete evidence in Dylan's apartment that would indicate that he'd just had his heart shattered into a million billion pieces. No broken pieces of furniture, no cracked windows, no toiletries flug across the room, no upturned glasses, no bottles. He was fine, really. There was no physical expression of the sickening, simmering rage he was feeling. He was just sitting in the kitchenette, one leg curled under him, the other tapping almost manically against the floor. He was in this position for roughly twenty minute straight, until a knock at his front door broke him from his revelry. He rose slowly, his arms and legs not quite cooperating.

He opened the door to find Emily Cauldwell standing there. There were no words. His left hand began to visibly shake.