We head straight for my car, which is also where Jacob is parked near. "Are you sure it's whatever?" I ask him. "She couldn't handle me working. If it's meant to be, then it'll be, you know?" His words strike me. If it's meant to be, then it'll be. I wonder if that will be the case for me and Dylan. Jacob then looks straight ahead and I follow his eyes to Dylan and Kay by Dylan's car. "Who's that?" he asks, his eyes not leaving them. "Dylan's girlfriend, Kay," I don't hide the distaste in my voice. I truly don't want to hate Kay. I never hated Lauren and I found a way to forgive and forget. With Kay it's different. Lauren didn't constantly taunt me with her relationship with Jacob like Kay does with Dylan. I notice Dylan glance at me and Jacob. His eyes stay longer on Jacob before he focuses on Kay. "You said you didn't want to talk about it, so I won't ask," he says. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I nod and he walks away to his truck. As soon as I get home, I see Dylan's name flashing on my screen. He isn't with Kay? "Hello?" I hesitantly answer. What if it's Kay calling from his phone? "Hey, real girlfriend," Dylan says, making me smile but also making the pit of sadness inside me grow. "I'm free from Kay's shackles for the night." "Oh yeah?" I ask him, wandering around my room. I pick up the picture frame with me and my parents in it as he speaks again. "So, if you want to hang out we can. I can go pick you up and we can go anywhere you want." Staring at the picture of me and my parents comes with the realization that I haven't been to the cemetery since the funerals. "Okay," I say. We make our plans then hang up. I have a simple long sleeve on, so I throw on another jacket since I know we'll be outside. I let my aunt know I won't be home for dinner then run outside when Dylan gets to the apartment. I jump into his car and he smiles at me. "Winter looks good on you," he says. He leans over and kisses my cheek. "Where are we going?" "Is it okay if we go to the cemetery?" I ask. He looks puzzled, but he nods. We stop at the dollar store to buy some flowers then head off. "Any particular reason why you want to go today?" Dylan asks. "Maybe I'm a horrible daughter, but I haven't been back since the funerals." "That makes you a grieving daughter, not a horrible one," he says. Once we get there, I tell him where to park and we walk to their headstones. I take a deep breath before kneeling down and placing the flowers on their graves. I knew one day I'd have to visit their graves, but I wasn't expecting it to happen to soon. "Do you want me to wait in the car?" Dylan asks me. I shake my head. I know it's awkward for him, but I don't want to be alone. "The last time I was here, I was standing with my aunt, my grandparents, and Jacob. We were standing right there when they lowered the caskets," I say pointing to the spot. "I couldn't watch." Dylan doesn't say anything and I'm not sure if I want him to. Maybe I can come back and talk to my parents by myself. Would that make me crazy, or grieving? I want to believe that's me grieving. I need their guidance now more than ever and they can't give me any advice. Tears come out and I quickly swipe them away as I stand up. "Anyway, things are different now." Dylan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. Mom, dad, this is Dylan. He's amazing, and I can't have him. "We can go now," I say. "The cold might make my tears come out as hail." Dylan chuckles and squeezes me tighter before taking my hand and leads us back to his car. He gets the heater going and I watch him as he gets settled in. This is the view of Dylan from Kay's point of view when she's with him and the thought makes me feel like an awful, jealous person. Kay genuinely thinks they're together, but here I am. Suddenly, it feels like I'm the other woman. "How long will you want to travel for after graduation?" I ask him, shaking the thoughts of Kay from my head. It's something I've been curious about after having dinner with his dad. I only know so much about what he wants to do for the rest of his life. "I don't know yet," he shrugs, not looking at me. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." "You're sure you don't want to go to college?" That's when he looks at me. "Why do you ask?" "I'm just wondering," I say. "Don't do that," he shakes his head.