Yujun's POV
I can't fight.
I let him pull me into the car, everything blurs into one big movement and one big sound.
The shutter of cameras, the wave of the crowd leaving the burial ground and the smell of sadness, it all swallows up the grief I should be feeling. The tears I feel choking my throat aren't coming, I just feel stuck, like I have been all my life.
My omega has gone deathly silent again, not moving or making a single noise, leaving me with nothing but emptiness.
I can barely smell myself, but my pup's scent is strong in the car, like she's comforting me even when I can't supply her with my own scent.
I place my hand on my stomach reflexively and the alpha next to me follows the action; "don't worry, everything is fine, your pup smells fine" he says and I don't reply to his words. Everything is buzzing around me, and my brain is mush at the moment.
