This was supposed to hurt.

Dom was sure of it.

He wanted it to.

But it didn't.

He didn't feel numb, betrayed, jaded, broken or any of the other million and a half words one could use to describe the pain that comes along with breaking up.

He didn't feel any of those things.

He didn't feel at all.

And Dom was pretty sure that he was supposed to.

Elijah had been his everything. He was the one that Dom was going to spend the rest of his life with. He had brought him serenity.

He was the only person that Dom had ever truly loved.

Now he was gone, walked out that door with no intentions of ever coming back.

And Dom wasn't crying, he wasn't mourning.

He sat on the couch, drinking a beer and watching a old episode of Baywatch.

He wondered if it had all been a dream. That Elijah had never been his and he had never been Elijah's. And now the dream was over, he was awake and in the real world again. And he didn't hurt because it had been nothing more than a dream.

Except, Dom knew, it hadn't. He and Elijah had been very real.

He had truly loved him.

But now that flame had burned out and it was all over.

And it was supposed to hurt.

Dom was sure of it.

But it didn't.