Alone

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All the sudden I felt queazy again. It was the same feeling I had before, when I was nervous about him leaving. I sat up, hoping I would feel better. "You okay?" Kurt asked. "Yeah," I lied, standing up to go to the bathroom. By the time I reached the door, I had to run to the toilet. I threw up the toilet seat and puked, just making the toilet. After a few seconds, I sat back with my back on the wall, sweating and breathing heavily. There was a knock on the door, "Rachel, you okay?" He must have heard me throwing up. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," I answered. I stood up and brushed my teeth then entered my bedroom. "You sounded like you're sick. You sure you're okay?" Kurt asked. "Yeah, I just, umm, I'm little upset," trying to be a little honest. I picked up Allen, and got back in bed. I just needed to hold me. Kurt began walking towards the bed, "umm, Kurt," I said a little apprehensive. "Yeah," Kurt said. "Umm, I kinda just wanna be alone right now. With-with Allen. Is that okay?" He was understanding. I didn't hear the door, so I didn't think he left, but rather he just went downstairs. I began talking to Allen.

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