"Mate that was your fifth one," some dude clasped a firm grip on his shoulder. "You don't feel sick?"
Kellan only nodded as if he could hear the stranger. "I should grab some more," he muttered stumbling his way to the bar.
He was afraid to say it but Chadwick was right. The only way to get over love was no contact, no reminiscing over old photographs, and no muttering their name. Life was about change. Not standing still in one place.
But Kellan knew it was her, and only her.
"Just keep moving." Chadwick told him once." If the earth stopped doing that we'd all die."
So, now those words were his only confirmation, his only encouragement. He couldn't quit moving. If so, he'd might just explode.