Fuck Nya, ‘I’ thought. Her sister will forgive me. I don’t have to bend to her will. On top of that, nobody flips the books like I do. I don’t have anything to be afraid of. She’s just talking shit. Trying to make me scared of nothing but big talk. When we go over to the East Coast I’m gonna ask Asami to marry me in front of her. We been through too much shit to let this girl fuck it up. I’m doing it. A week passes by, not much happens. Why am I still here?, I thought. Whatever, this isn’t gonna last too long. I’ll wake up piss-drunk probably. No. We arrive at LAX and it felt so much longer than a couple of hours. Maybe it was guilt mixed with the feeling of the end of something coming. Maybe the end of us. Maybe the end of her trust. Maybe the end of me. Just the end. And it’s coming regardless. There is nothing that can be done to avoid it. We touch down at sunset. I take care of our luggage and hail a cab. We arrive at her mother’s house and she has a nice place for an old lady.