EIGHT - Aiden

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I stared at Axel, trying to see him the way I did just seconds ago. However, that was before this happened. At the feeling of my chin beginning to tremble, I chewed on my bottom lip. A single teardrop welled up in the corner of my eye, but there was no way I was going to let it fall, not in front of him. I turned to leave and felt Axel's tight grip on my arm. When I broke away, I left the bathroom door to slam shut behind me, hoping all of the emotion would stay in there. I rushed past the tables and got baffled looks from Ophelia and Oliver. Just as I reached the front door, I heard a loud sob from the bathroom. The twins rushed over, and almost every part of me wanted to go back and be there to comfort Axel, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

Rain battered down on me, camouflaging my tears. I felt lost, confused and worried. With every tear, came a new agonising thought. What if Axel tells everyone? Why did he kiss me? Like a dying flower, my once fluffy hair drooped beside my ears. My walk turned into a jog, my jog turned into a run, my run turned into a sprint, and before I knew it, my legs were carrying me faster than I'd ever ran before. All I wanted to do was escape and get away. Anywhere on Earth would be better than here. Despite not knowing where I was going, I kept moving. Then, I found a bus stop. I sat under the shelter and threw my head against the wall. Slowly, I brushed my hand down my face, taking in deep breaths to prevent sobs from escaping my lips. The sound of rain flooded my senses in a comforting way. My eyes were red and stinging from the myriad of tears that streamed down my rosy cheeks. I would never forget what had just happened between Axel and I. Was it my fault? No, no it couldn't have been. He kissed me, not the other way around. I definitely didn't enjoy it, but when I pulled away, there was this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. My mind raced with possibilities as I wondered what happened the second the door slammed. Something's telling me I shouldn't have left, but if I'd stayed, the mess I would've been left with to clean up is unthinkable. What have I done? What has he done?

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