80 - First day

MORGANA FOSTER

After literally running away from Ryan, I dash up the stairs to my room. I feel my leg protesting a bit as I stop in front of the door. My breathing is heavy. My whole body tingles with the traces of his touch, emanating from me. I breathe slowly, counting to 10 in my mind. I turn the doorknob to my room and lean against the door, sliding down to the floor with my hand over my chest.

Every time he touched me, even if absentmindedly and casually, my heart would flutter, and I'd have a truly audible reaction. Being near him always sent shivers down my spine and made me nervous, even when I was encouraged, of course, not in the simple day-to-day actions. But in actions that required him to be very close or to touch me. That made my heart race, my voice faltered.

That's it. I definitely still love him, but I won't say it. I'll never admit it out loud.

I head to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes on the way and tossing them in the hamper. I turn on the water and let it ca