Eighteen

I felt myself growing closer to him. My gaze didn't leave him. He was sleeping calmly. It was such a peaceful sight to see him. I couldn't speak my emotions, they were growing over time. I didn't want to keep my feelings to myself any longer. They were my strength now. But once they jumped out of my lips. It would be troublesome. He wouldn't accept anything more than a physical.

I bent down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I waited and he didn't stir. I pulled myself out of the mattress and walked out of the room.

Everything was changing. I couldn't resist the pull. The wind ruffled my hair as I opened the door and stepped out. I planted my feet on the grass and stared up at the sky. I felt goosebumps on my arms. I folded them, pulling them closer to my body. The weather was changing.

I needed to stop this, my feelings for him. He couldn't control me. I needed to get used to the fact that there was nothing in the future for me. I couldn't hurt