Back to my roots

Jasmine's pov

Later, when Mira had left, I became a bit restless. She fumed, fussed, and cussed until she finally could no longer tolerate my presence—whatever it was that was bothering her. That same afternoon, I was up with a weird feeling in my stomach. Something feels off like there are bad things waiting to happen. 

I haven't heard from Kyle, and when I called him, his phone went straight to voicemail. Yes, we exchanged numbers yesterday. A step forward, I know.

But right now, I don't think I can withstand the urge anymore. I needed to talk to him or to feel him. I needed closure and that too, with him again. But there was nothing I could do about it—since he was not reachable and I couldn't exactly show up at