Obsessive Lust
I on't even bothered to ask him because I was enjoying the time with him.
It's kinda frightening, this strange happiness I get whenever I recall the way he look at me, the way he claim me, like it was something. Is this what they mean by happiness? Or that fluttery sensation they say you get when someone becomes important to you. I don't know. Perhaps it's just an.... obsession? Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or perhaps… just possibly… I am falling for him far too quickly.
But no. I can't possibly.
When we returned home, Camille directly went to bed, due to tiredness. But me? I stayed by the window while looking at the night sky that somehow gives mr peace in this troubling mind.
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