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Her eyes haunt me as I lie here in bed listening to her breathe just feet away from where I pretend to be sleeping. Her breath lingers in the air around me; I can smell her perfume on everything in the room. Her touch, gentle yet in a way controlling, still prickles at the skin of my cheek where her hands held me firmly. My lips tingle with the memory of her lips pressed hard against them.
I don't know why her actions have shocked me. I guess I never really thought about it being a girl. I never thought a girl could make me feel this way, this giddy and excited yet scared and vulnerable. I never thought anyone could make me feel vulnerable. The indestructible loner should not have a weakness should they?
I wonder what Dad would say. No I know what he would say. "Be careful Claire." His voice rings in my mind. "You know you have to keep your secret at all costs. It would be dangerous for her if she knew."
But she already knows and she still... She still what, what had she done really? She had kissed me but what does it really mean, nothing. Its not like she had declared her undying love for me, no. "I've got a crush on you, I'm crushing on you." Those had been the words that she practically yelled at me as she threw herself against me. Honestly its probably better than saying she loved me because really who could fall in love in less than a week, not real love. Who could fall in love with me anyway. My crazy life, I don't want to drag her into it even if she does ask me to. It's too much.
But maybe just maybe there can be more. She did agree to do Rush with me didn't she. Maybe we can be sisters. Maybe together we can find the life I've dreamed of, a normal life. I can't show her what her kiss has done to me. I can't go from one type of freak to another. I just want to be normal.
A soft groan emanates from her side of the room. I turn in my bed watching for her and waiting for her to open her eyes and see me staring at her, but she rolls facing away from me pulling her blankets high about her neck. I don't know what I will say if she turns and sees me watching her in her sleep. I'm sure she'd freak out but I can't really help it. She is the first person to look past the freaky healing thing and see the real me. She is the first person to even try. I don't want to ruin that, but I don't know what to do.
"Claire," Her words are barely more than a whisper, but my heart races as if they were shouted from a mountain top.
"Gretchen," I sigh before rolling over and closing my eyes trying to shut out the feelings raging in my chest. "Good night." I whisper.