I exit the shower from the cold blasting water, feeling more awake than I did. I think of the pain I endured, feeling uncomfortable, not knowing why and what it is. I think of Stephen and his intense stare, filled with vulnerability. I think of his soft touch and his warm hands and how I wanted more. I take the plastic I put over my cast off and throw it in the dustbin. I rub my hand over my face, hoping to take off all my uncertainties. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror, my fringe lying lifelessly over my eyebrows again. Why did Stephen kiss me? Is he into me the way I’m into him. Does he feel the same things I feel for him? Or is he just using me, like he probably does with a lot of other girls, given his angel like looks and lean built. My thoughts drift to Lisa, laying
