It was Keoni’s turn to hesitate. He’d come here for the sole purpose of getting Lou to come home with him, but now he wasn’t sure if it was right.
“I don’t think it’s best for you,” he said. “You deserve better than worrying about me every day.”
A blush crept up from Lou’s neck to stain her cheeks. She stared hard at Keoni. “You know what I deserve?” she asked. Not giving him a chance to answer, she continued, “I deserve to make my own decisions.”
Lou brushed past Keoni and walked into her bedroom. She came out a moment later with his guitar.
“Here,” she said, shoving it at him. “You should go, too.”
Keoni took the guitar and walked into the living room. He put the guitar in its case, picked it up, and then slung his duffel bag over his shoulder.
“I love you, nani,” he said. “That’s why I’m leaving.”
Tears were streaming down Lou’s face as Keoni took one last look at her and walked out the door.