EMANUELE'S POVThe ache inside my chest was swift and sharp, throbbing like a rotten tooth. Sighing, I peek out the small oval window to my direct left. The sky reminds me of a kaleidoscope of colours, like bottles of spilt paint on a canvas. I wonder what Kevah is doing right now. Is she crying? Does she miss me? I know I miss her already. I wish I had more time with her. More time with her incredible mouth and her sharp hazel eyes that could stop a meter shower if she stared at it too long. What are you doing, Manny? Breathe, I coax myself. Pulling on the collar of my shirt like that will make me breathe better. I let out a strangled sigh. It's only a few months, I will see her in no time, I tell myself.Passengers are still boarding, and I wait for sleep to consume me. Resting my head on the headrest, trying to get the pain of not seeing my Kevah for months off my mind. “Hello, Emanuele," A sweet female voice jolts me forward. I narrow my eyes at her, trying to figure out where I

KEVAH'S POVI am exhausted by the time I stopped crying. My eyes are swollen, but the pain is still there, loud inside my chest. The sky is getting dark now, and I soon have to make my way back to my mother’s house where Manny is waiting for me. But I don't want to see Mama. I just can't deal with her. I don't think Mama likes me. I think she's ashamed of me, the fact that I am on the heavier side, but aren't parents supposed to love their children unconditionally? Regardless of their colour, height, weight or sexual preferences? Mama is such a hypocrite for someone who goes to church and holler out praise the Lord every Sunday. I scoff and my tummy makes a roaring sound. My body is telling me that it’s hungry, but I just don't feel like eating.I am lying on the grass hugging grandma's tombstone when I hear the faint footsteps of someone coming. I smell his cologne before I see him. Manny smiles at me lightly with concern in his eyes. I feel so bad bringing him into my fucked up worl