Melissa.
That was… totally weird.
The thought repeated itself over and over in my head as I walked, my steps quickening without me consciously deciding to move faster. Why was he acting like that? Why did his voice sound so gentle, his touch so careful? My heart was still racing, pounding so loudly in my chest that I was half-convinced anyone passing by could hear it. Each thud echoed in my ears, refusing to calm down no matter how many deep breaths I tried to take.
I tightened my grip around the ice pack and headed straight for my room, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts I didn't want to entertain.
When I finally reached my door, I slipped inside quietly, closing it behind me with the utmost care. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Galen was fast asleep, curled under her blanket, her breathing slow and even. I paused for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall, relieved that at least one of us could rest so peacefully.
