Roommates

The End

Cara's P.O.V.

Days have passed and I still haven't heard anything from my parents. I've tried messaging the family group chat and it was left silent. My calls were left unanswered. It was a strange feeling. I have never gone through a period of time where I didn't hear from my parents. I still remember the times when my mom made me call her every day when I first moved to New York. Those days were long gone now.

Maybe they are still adjusting to the news. I know it takes time, but how much time do they need? I didn't have a great track record with patience and I wanted something to happen soon. I couldn't imagine not celebrating New Years or Chuseok anymore with my family. I couldn't imagine not having my mom's food again. I kept reminding myself that it will pass. It will be hard at first but things will be easier. I need to focus on what I have now.

Everything will be fine. I had a wonderful girlfriend with an amazing group of friends. Those were things I never thought were possible for me. I thought for the longest time that I didn't need friends or a significant other. I thought I was fine being by myself. I was for a while, but things changed and I didn't want to go back to the Cara who was basically a hermit.

I like the Cara that I am now. She came a long way from being just the obedient daughter who needed permission from her parents. That was the thing about growing up.  You learn more about yourself based on your experiences. If I didn't meet Hannah, I would have stayed in my little bubble. I wouldn't have changed at all.

I needed Hannah, just like I needed Jane. I wouldn't be able to walk into this party and try to convince Edward Klein to publish my book while we were celebrating Klein's thirtieth anniversary. Just the thought of walking up to him and explaining my story was enough to make me want to run and hide. I didn't even know how he felt about gays. For all, I know he could be those conservative types who didn't like anything gay.

"How are you feeling?" Hannah placed a hand on my back, gently rubbing it.

"Nervous, but I'm glad you're here with me. " I couldn't help staring at Hannah. She looked gorgeous in her light blue maxi dress.  "You look beautiful."

"So do you," Hannah answered with a grin.

I don't know why we both decided to wear blue, but we did look good. I was wearing a navy blue lace long sleeve midi dress. I stared at the large ballroom the company rented for the evening. Everything in the room sparkled, from the chandeliers and to the multiple glasses that the waiters were carrying on trays. People were spread out in clusters, talking amongst themselves. I haven't caught sight of Jane yet. 

"Thank you." I took hold of her hand as we made our way through the crowd. "Do you see Jane?"

Hannah shook her head as her eyes scanned the room for signs of Jane.

"She should be here by now,"  I said. "I can't talk to Mr. Klein without her. I actually want Jane to do the talking because I think I will be a sputtering mess."

"It'll be fine," Hannah assured while she rubbed my arm.

"Cara, girl!"

I shuddered a little as I pressed myself against Hannah. Kelsey came barreling down on us. "Run, run," I whispered.

Hannah didn't seem to get the memo and just held on to me. What is wrong with the Bailey sisters? Do they not know how to run? If Kelsey was a psychopathic killer then we both would have been dead by now.

"Hey, Kelsey." I waved at her as Hannah and I took a step back while she approached.

"I'm glad I found y'all because everyone is so boring," Kelsey complained. "It's all work, work this. Read, read that.  Blah, blah, blah. I want to be in a fun group."