{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
“UGH! Why can’t people shut their minds off!” Rylee shouted while lying in bed with me. After the whole fiasco with Melody, and everyone just going on and on about who Rylee actually is, their thoughts were piling in at a million miles a minute, and she was getting the worst migraine.
“Rylee, you need to try and block it out,” I say to her.
“That’s easy for you to say! You don’t have to hear everyone’s inner thoughts all the time!”
“Rylee, sit up,” I force her to sit. “I know it must be difficult, but I know you can do it. You wouldn’t be who you are if you weren’t meant for this. Now, stop whining, close your eyes, and take a deep breath,” she scowled at me and did it anyway. “Good, one more,” She took in another deep
