As I gain consciousness, I witness Ethan sleeping peacefully in between my legs, hugging my waist tightly, his head laying on my stomach. On the spacious king-sized bed, he seems completely at ease. How peaceful it is to see him like this! I can literally stare at this guy for my whole life. My hands tangle in his hair, I begin to caress his hair, feeling at peace and happiness. In this moment, everything feels perfect, and I'm filled with an overwhelming joy and contentment. Leaning his head back, Ethan stares into my eyes with his sleepy eyes. His lips curl into a smile. I grin back. Crawling to me, he lays beside me, pulling the blanket up to our waists; and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist, giving a soft peck on my forehead. I feel at ease, our bodies half covered. I lay my head on his chest, caressing his silver cross pendant that he always wears. His grip tightens around my waist. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shut my eyes, drifting into a deep

After reaching the dorm room, I don't see Emily here. She might have gone somewhere. Thankfully, she isn't here. I want to be alone for a while. I need some time to process whatever is happening to me. Throwing my bag, phone, and the bouquet on the bed, as I try to sit, I wince. My lower back is aching badly. I've eaten outside; I can take pills now. I swallow the pills with water; and then, my eyes land on the bouquet again. Why did I not throw it somewhere? Why does it hurt me to hurt him? Do I have feelings for Ethan? “It's too early to consider it as love, but too late to consider it as nothing,” I murmur to myself, as I pick up the bouquet again in my arms, my tears trickle down from my eyes. It hurts me when I hurt you, Ethan. Why can't you just leave me alone? I am not ready to develop any deep, intense feelings for anyone. I don't know if you truly love me or not. Even if you do, I still don't want to be with you. I don't want any more drama. I know you are the same like