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Chapter 8

    I got up that Saturday morning way too early. I barely got any sleep to be honest. It was hard to know how much of last night was a dream or reality. I was trying to maintain all of those feelings in my heart, not rationalising them.

    However, the lighter the day got, I started to wonder more and more. And not analyse why Noah kissed me last night represented an impossible task for my mind.

    Went downstairs and made me some coffee and pancakes. Merely wanted to focus on something else. My life seemed way too confusing for me. "Should I talk to him?" I considered. It was, anyhow, like one of those extraordinary things that words might ruin.

    I sat down and ate. Finally freaking out with the stuff that happened last night. The funny thing is that our kiss made me forget everything else.

    Why was I like this? It was no big deal, only a foolish kiss because he was feeling gloomy about Zoe. I was definitely blowing this way out of proportion. It was one kiss. Just one... amazing... kiss. With my friend.

    I was too disoriented. I finished eating and went back to my room. Received a text from Zoe asking to come over later, which could be helpful. I'm certain she equally had a lot she needed to share. But talking about Noah with her would be weird.

    I suddenly realized that I forgot all about Liam. It was as if he didn't even exist. And that actually felt pleasant. Trying to figure out who he was caused me to be anxious most of the time. At least now I was more calm.

    Remembered our passionate kiss last night one more time. I sincerely wished I could still paint. I would try portraying that lovely scene and show how I felt. If that was even possible.

    Took my car and drove to the park. Merely wanted to get a book and spend the entire day reading and not thinking about Noah. I could not accept I was inevitably falling for him. Conceiving the idea in my head was overwhelming.

    It was a delightful day. A little chilly but the grass was incredibly soft to lay down, and the rays of daylight made my face feel warm. There were butterflies flying around, and I was alone, except for this woman playing with her dog in a distance.

    I sat on a tree with The Bell Jar in my hands and devoured the whole book. Finally letting everything else behind me for a second. It was marvelous to have some time for me. But when I checked my phone there were many texts. One from my mother, two from Zoe and one from Noah.

    I ignored everything else and immediately opened his:

Hey, we should talk. I'm kinda freaking out.

    Ok, great.He wanted to talk. Hence, pretending it didn't happen was not in his plans. My heart started pounding. Got back to my car and went home.

    The minute I appeared on my lawn, Zoe got there as well. My father observed us confused.

— Did you guys just get back from the party?

— No, dad. I went to the park early. And Zoe came over. — I explained and laughed at his idea of a party continuing until this late.

    My friend stared at me. She seemed overly anxious.

— Hey, Emily. Sorry to come like this. I just really need talking to someone. — Zoe added before anyone asked anything.

    We went to my room, and she quickly started speaking:

— Ethan kissed me last night! — She exclaimed like it was brand-new information.

— I saw that.