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Kiara
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I sigh, picking up my purse before walking in front of the mirror and giving myself a once-over again. Kay and I are going out to dinner, and I was looking forward to it until this evening. I have been worried about Kay since he returned from home. He took this thing with his parents very hard. He pretends like he’s okay, but I know he’s not. I can see it. Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night alone in bed, and I heard him crying in the bathroom. He was trying to be quiet, but I heard him. I didn’t know what to do. I felt a strong urge to comfort him, but I figured since he went in there, he didn’t want to cry in front of me, and as someone who likes to cry by myself, too, I could understand that. So I decided not to go in and let him be. I sat on t
