it's not like i could have helped what happened, but i was still so embaressed. i couldn't even look you in the eye. you kept on trying to wrap your arms around me, and kiss me but i just didn't want you to see me. i ended up pulling your arm up so i could lay my head on your chest because i knew that's probably all i could to feel better. you asked me repeatedly if i was okay, all i could do is nod and breathe so heavily it was obvious i was about to burst. i wiped my eyes and i knew you saw because you lifted your head and asked me what was wrong. i squeezed out a tiny reply, 'that's not supposed to happen,' got out of bed, picked my clothes up off your bedroom floor and walked into your bathroom. i cleaned myself up, wet my face, brushed my hair and walked out with one of the fakest smiles i have ever worn. you were standing there with a glass of water, only your pants on and a smile that i'll never forget. then i realised that you didn't say anything to make me feel worse about the situation. you weren't disgusted and you comforted me like i couldn't believe. "we can have a shower if you want."
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