Chapter 22 – Homesick

*** Writer's POV: Asahd made it back to the apartment the next morning, completely exhausted and even more unsure of New York City and the girls/young women that lived it it. He was homesick. He was money sick. All he wished for at that moment, more than anything else, was to return to his country. ~~ He unlocked the door and got in. It was six AM and the others were still asleep. He went to his room and collapsed on his bed. ′I hate this life. I hate this city. I hate its parties. I just hate everyone.′ He covered his face in his palms, wanting to cry all of a sudden from all the nostalgia. ′Don't shed a damned tear, Asahd. Not now please.′ He was tired of smiling, tired of acting like everything was coming into place and that he was starting to have everything under control. Lies. He was tired of trying to fit into a life he believed was not meant and never was meant for him to live. "I can't," he muttered, a lump in his throat. "I just can't. I wanna disappear so bad. I wan