How can I describe the following days? They were... weird... and awkward. So very awkward. We no longer argue, which is great, and we try to joke around as usual but, if our hands so much as touch ever so slightly by accident, we quickly avert them in bashfulness. Anyone who saw us could tell the obvious truth. There are undoubtedly feelings coming from both of us, but we were afraid of acting out on them. After all, I am leaving by the end of the week. Nothing can happen. Honestly, I have no idea what I expected to happen after kissing him. Not that I even planned it. Oh, why is my subconscious so stupid?
That morning, I arrived at school, feeling an intense gaze fixed upon me. Walking down the hallway felt like standing up on a stage. For some unknown reason, everyone's eyes were on me.
