Written by ledgelife

It wasn’t cold, I remember, when you tried wrapping your arms around me in bed. I pushed you back a little bit, irritated, but hiding an inner smile. I didn’t know if you were joking or serious, given the fact that we were in a room full of familiar faces, sleeping familiar faces. I felt your foot graze my leg. It sent shivers through me… the heat of your breath on my nape. I couldn’t stand it.

I slipped out of bed and looked at you, silently laying there, eyes closed, like an angel. With a quiet flurry of my feet, I walked out with a cloud of confusion over my head. I lay back on the stiff long chair in the common room all night, thinking about your advances. I still think about it this day and what could have been.