Hiding Her Blush

was almos

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have made progress in developing our friendship during that night, however he’s back to being his usual serious and cold self. It’s sad that I wasn’t able

for the evening ahead that I haven’t noticed that the first speaker was already done. I tapped one of the work

ld before me as a small

s i

I’ve been p

l lightheaded. I fell onto one of the plastic seats that was backstage to take a break. I c

click of the french polished nails on the table echoed the tumultuous thudding of my heartbeat. My fac

as I felt my heart skip a

tuall

backstage to take a good look at the guest

rom the last time I encountered him washed over me, making me dizzy. I put my hand over my mouth i

I goin

chest tightened; it felt as if the center of my head, right behind my nas

ne’s hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned to

oncerned look on his face

rance that I was in. I forced a closed mouth smile.

to the bathroom or sit down. You don’t look so well.” He said, his voice was laced with worry. I nodded in response as I started to

thing around me was just so overwhelming. I clenched my fists tightly, until my nails dug into the palm of my hand, but I barely notice

lip so badly that it's starting to bleed. I groaned in frustration as I got a tissue to gently wipe my

my lipstick by accident. I quickly picked

k it before I snapped my head towards the source of the voice

as written all over my face as I stood

ned at the lights room.” My eyes widened in sur

” I said curtly as I rush

to my chest. There were too many important people and breakable item

m noticing the person walking directly towards me

rds. I turned to look at the person who hit me. I

t-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Around me, everything was in fast-f

n realize that it was me. I didn’t want him to see me at all. I’m afraid that he would spread rumors about m

til I heard him call my att

s and fear as my heart rate quickened and my breathing became more rapid and shallow. What am I g

t to disguise it as I quickly walked away from him. The click and clack of my heels echoed in my head as I walked so fast, I was practica

houghts about what happened earlier. I needed to focus on the party itself, not on him. I kept repeating these words over and over again as if to convince me to forget about what happened but my thoughts were cut by the

my first and last ev