I DID not sleep well last night, at all. I close my eyes and I see him. Think of him. Dream of all the wicked words he said. Despite that glass of milk and a few bites of sandwich, I figured I was still hungry. But my hunger had nothing to do with food. It was all because of Draco and everything that he said.
I tried in vain to forget his last words... But I was too restless. Too affected. And I don't like it.
I hate the thought that it only took one stupid day, one touch, one look to flush those hundred and eighty-one days that I've spent struggling and convincing myself to completely forget everything about him. About us.
A curse echoed inside my head. Just by his presence, even meters away from me, every fiber inside me burns from awareness and I couldn't afford to let that distract
