“See you later Kayla,” Hana said, as we walked out the door with our father and uncle. So many emotions ran through my head that day, all involving Kayla. The night before at the party, I had wanted to talk to her not about anything romantic, but as a friend, especially after what happened, but when I saw her with those other men I couldn’t help but feel jealous. Of course, I knew she wasn’t mine and it was my fault. Still, I couldn’t help how I felt. Then, after I was on my way back to my room from the bathroom, I felt the need to go into her room. It was as if someone had called me to her, and when I walked into her room, she looked like she was struggling to breathe. It was the same image as earlier, and I didn’t want to wake anyone or create a spectacle, especially when I knew that I c
