The Freedom She Craved

For a long time, my gaze remained locked on the door, as I struggled to comprehend the words he had left behind. The thoughts wagged a battle in my head, it felt so unreal.

Did he... just say home?

No. There was no way he meant that. Perhaps, he was talking about going back to his old place.

No matter how hard I tried, the part of me that had been locked up for too long couldn't accept the fact that I was finally getting free. He must've meant something else.

Chills rippled down my spine as I wrapped my hands around my shoulders and lowered myself to the bed. I knew he wanted me out, but God! I couldn't think straight.

I shivered at the recollection of what he had done. How dare he...how dare he kiss me?

My heart contorted within my chest as the memory wrapped it's invisible tendrils around my beating organ. It felt as tho the very core of my existence has been twisted and warped by the intensity of that fleeting moment.

Absent-mindedly, I lifted my hand to my lips and touched them. T