Mia

I flicked off the paper in front of me, tired of staring through fonts and ink. I had been busy. No, I had been trying to keep myself busy. Those were what I had been trying to do all day, all week since the boys had left.

I missed them. I missed them with an ache that had my heart rolling and I couldn't imagine how they would feel as well since we were all mates and were apart. I was sure that it would be hard on them the same way it was hard on them. I wondered how ...