Mistaken Identity

Kalliyah's POV

Three weeks later.

I was still devastated about what happened between Alex and I. When I reached back to New York, it turned the one person who has never hurt me, Carlos. He opened his arms without judging or asking questions. That's what I loved about him, he's always there. I have been living with him too but I plan to move out as soon as I get a new apartment. I was going to town today to look for one. Although know I'd be extremely lonely since I don't have Grey with me anymore. He was still in Los Angles, with his family. Even he had someone now. It seems like my life is bound to be miserable. I kind of expected the fact that I'm never going to be truly happy. There was always going to be something or someone that hurts me.

I still haven't started working either. Since I've being back most times I was weeping and the rest I'd go to the park and paint. That helped a lot.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Carlos on his phone. He offered me a smile, which I returned. I went and sat across from him and pop my head in my hands. I watched as he spoke his native language, Spanish. I looked his features, Carlos is a good looking man. He has thick dark hair and dark brown eyes. He has a nice cheekbone structure. He is rather a good looking man, it's such a shame he isn't straight. I'd probably date him but of course, it would end bad, no one stays with me. Forever alone.

"Si, gracias." He said as he ended the call.

"Who was that?"

"That was Martin. He wants me to take a vacation and spend some time with him and his family so we can get to know them." He sighed. Martin was his French boyfriend. I've only met Martin three times since they started dating while I was away. But for the few times I've met him, I knew he was perfect for my best friend.

why don't you?" I asked. I really wanted him to take

smiled. "I have you to think about too. You

care of myself and the dance studio

"But" he stuttered.

me

ready to work as yet. You need rest." He

resting for three weeks.

not to cry." I looked at Carlos as he spoke those words, he was right. I want to cry, I still cry myself

broken but I will always be. Everyone I come to love always hurts me. I always get hurt." The tears started to fall from my eyes. Carlos got up from his

true. Not everyone who loves you hurts you. I've never hurt

I said through my sobs. He pats my back and rubs it

years until my parents couldn't take anymore and told me to stop the act." That