Chapter 555

• Her name was Emory, and she was taking a year off. She was meeting up with a group of her friends in Anaheim. She was talkative, but I wasn’t really in the mood to talk. It hurt that Kari couldn’t say those words back to me, and I wondered if we would ever be okay again, but something told me we wouldn’t be.
• We got off the plane, walked to the baggage claim together, and waited for our luggage. She was the complete opposite of Kari. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tattoo behind her ear, Hebrew letters that I hadn’t asked the meaning of, talkative, flirtatious, and hot. Kari was beautiful and more conservative, soft spoken, and comforting.
• “Where are you headed?” She asked me, as she pointed out her suitcase, which I took it off the conveyor belt for her.