When I got to school, I thought I had everything under control. I thought to myself; that this was just a heat--was something I could handle, but I was wrong.
While I sat in the lecture room, I felt hot all over. My body burned so much that I would have stripped my clothes off and jumped into a river if there was any nearby.
I kept shifting in my chair, and Mira noticed.
"What's up with you? You've been acting weird all day," concern was etched on her face as she stared at me.
"Uh, it's nothing. I'm just a bit restless," I said, trying to sound okay, but my voice only came out strained.
Her brows knitted. "These days, it feels like you have so much hiding from me. We don't have our conversations anymore."
Guilt panged in my chest. She was right. We were best friends--hell, she was the only friend I had. But things were too far complicated in my life. Involving her in them wasn't a good option. When I got everything under control, I'd tell her.
