LAYLA
I stand in the room on the plane surrounded by his clothes. I can not help as his cologne is still lingering on some of the clothes and my thoughts can not seem to stop thinking about him. How am I supposed to act around him now, after what happened?
He can easily just dismiss me and fire me from this job so that he does not have to deal with the consequences of what happened. But something inside me tells me that he will not do that. He just does not seem like that kind of a person. I hope that I am right in my thinking and that I did not make a mistake to give myself to him.
Then without warning that same pain that I had in the bathroom at the airport in my hand, once again manifests itself. This time it is even more severe as it brings me straight to my knees. I want to shout o
