Always, Arlo [Published]

Chapter 35

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We finally had departed from the airport.

We were on our way back to Manhattan. Our few days of vacation were pure bliss. Arlo and I got to spend the time together just exploring, eating and chatting.

A break like that was desperately needed by the both of us after long months of constant distress our individual families had caused us.

Now we were back to face reality and for Arlo that meant literally. I had cut ties already with my family and Marlin was getting the short end of the stick on social media. I feel like he won't be contacting me any time soon since his fight with Arlo.

Out of all this, I unexpectedly had my instagram flooded with comforting and nice messages from saintwear lovers down to soccer fanatics who were apologetic about the situation... And honestly it felt great. Finally being heard after being silenced for what felt like ages.

Cutting off my family and muting their messages so I wouldn't have to hear or see a thing has been therapeutic as well. I can for one, do everything I want to do and not what other's want me to do.

Inside the car the air was rough, it was tense as Arlo's mind raced with never-ending pondering. I sat in the passenger seat restless and I bit on my nails, just because this isn't my battle doesn't mean it's not affecting me too.

My Arlo, the man who has saved me time and time again is going through his own shit and it makes me just as worried. I want to be there for him every step of the way like he was every step of the way for my downfalls.

If he allows me too of course. And happily he is, he told me he won't push me away this time. Arlo is so used to fixing and helping other people, he forgets about himself.

But that's where I come in.

As we were in the moment i remembered he has a bad habit of driving fast as if there's nothing else in the way of life. That fact is highlighted when any slight twitch on the wheel makes the car jerk slightly in different directions.