I went to your house again today, I wondered what you were doing.
I went to your room and opened your bedroom door.
Only to find you with a towel wrapped around your waist,
And water dripping from your black silky hair.
I immediately slammed the door shut,
My face flushed red as a tomato.
The image of your shocked face imprinted itself into my head.
Now I will never unsee it.
In your room I could hear you silently screaming from embarrassment.
I ran to the room I stayed in when I was in your house.
The guest room that was right across from yours.
I locked the door and sank to the floor.
Covering my face with my hands and blaming myself for what just happened.
Why am I so flustered?
Why is my heart beating so fast?
YOU ARE READING
My So Called Friend
Romantik~COMPLETED~ The thoughts of a girl who fell in love with her so called friend. (A very old and cringey story- from a very young and cringey me)
